by Jeremy Wayne Couch
My father warned me to take care
as I was glididng through the air.
He told me not to go so high,
but how could I refuse to soar
once I had learned to fly?
Angels forget that they can fall
while yet their hearts are young,
so I ignored my father's call
and flew too near the sun.
In my youthful foolish pride
I lost my wings and died.
Remember this moral if you are wise:
Sometimes parents give good advice.