Our Cubbing Years

I saw this posted on a Scouting mailing list and thought I would share it. Hope you enjoy...

Our Cubbing Years

My bowling ball is gathering dust,
My favorite golf clubs are full of rust.
The satisfaction from down inside
Removes the selfish feelings I try to hide.
We joined Cubbin' and it has been fun,
Glad I took this time to spend with my son.
For these short years we will be pals,
Until he starts to think of gals.
He is getting older and growing' tall,
Someday he won't need me at all.
Selfish regrets: I'll have none,
Because I took time to help my son.