There are little eyes upon you

And they’re watching night and day

There are little ears that quickly

Take in every word you say

There are little hands all eager

To do anything you do

And a little boy who’s dreaming

Of the day he’ll be like you

 

You’re the little fellow’s idol

You’re the wisest of the wise

In his little mind about you

No suspicions ever rise

He believes in you devoutly

Holds that all you say and do

He will say and do in your way

When he’s grown up like you

 

There’s a wide-eyed little fellow

Who believes you’re always right

And his ears are always open

And he watches day and night

You are setting an example

Every day in all you do

For the little boy who’s waiting

To grow up and be like you

Author Unknown

 

When I was coaching years ago at a high school in Montana, the football coach gave all of the coaches a framed copy of this poem.  I have carried it with me for all of these years, and it has special meaning to me as one who worked with young athletes for about 30 years.

This poem is easy to find on other Internet sites.  Some of the posts use a different title, but the words remain the same.  The author has remained unknown.  Many young athletes aspire to follow an older athlete . . .

Waiting to grow up and be like you!