He was Amos's boy, as tough as nails, just like his father,
Never had to doubt his courage, by any others, why bother.
Got hurt playing ball, and then he made a comeback fast,
Many thought to play on a college team, but it did not last.
Later on, he broke his back, seemed football was not his suit,
Knocked him down, but then he got back up, did well, to boot.
Amos's boy never gave in, and he always tried his very best,
Didn't pay any attention to the crowd, then he ignored the rest.
He went to college, was a success, did become a leader,
Taught school and enjoyed his work, always a succeeder.
Helped children in need, many to read, also was a friend,
Learned own lessons along the way, this he did not intend.
No greater reward a fellow can get as to be an inspiration,
Never a need to take a bow, for in his heart each ovation.
When you help children learn to read, all you need to see,
Made him go on, further his watch, earned another degree.
Amos's boy found a good wife, then he had children of his own,
Lived his life of well-earned rewards, carving his niche in stone.
A brain tumor threw him for a loop, but he never would give in,
Got back on his feet, back to school, got another degree, again.
Over the years, as time so raced by, the young man was soon old,
Not ever to take a thing for the life he lived, it was as good as gold.
Amos's boy hoped would make any father proud, what he became,
A spitting image in the spirit, of his soul, a fine life lived, the same.