Please, Daddy, Let’s Go

A little boy with shining eyes,

His little face aglow

Said, “It’s time for Sunday school

Please, Daddy, Let’s go!”

“Oh no, “said Daddy. “Not today.

I’ve worked hard all the week;

And I must have a day of rest, 

I’m going to the creek

For there I can relax and rest,

And fishing’s fine they say;

So run along, don’t bother me,

We’ll go to Church some other day”.

Months and years have passed away

But Daddy hears that plea no more

“Please, let’s go to Sunday school!”

Those childhood days are o’er.

Now that Daddy’s growing old,

When life is almost through,

He does find time to go to Church,

But, what does his son do?

He says, “Old Man, you’re kidding!

I’ve caroused around all night, 

A-Popping pills, and smoking pot

You should have seen me fight!”

The Daddy lift a trembling hand

To brush away the tears, 

He seems to hear the pleading voice,

Distinctly through the years, 

He sees his small son’s wishful face

Upturned, with eyes aglow,

Saying, “It’s time for Sunday school,

Please, Daddy-won’t you go?”