Here is a poem of sorts I found on another site. One I have printed and matted for all my friends who have had children in recent years. Enjoy!
One Hundred Years
It will not matter
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much money I had in the bank,
Nor what my clothes looked like,
But the world may be a little better
Because I was important
In the eyes of a child
Feel Free to take this for yourselves. This is inspirational for me as I want to be able to run around with my son eventually. I can't at the moment because of my size and because of the I am missing so much with my son. I also don't want him to end up like me. Unfit, and unable to mess around with his mates. Cheers.