From Kipling to me, from me to my Henry.

Although I, occasionally, think of myself as a writer, I have to admit I'm not much into poetry. Limericks, sure, but poems? Not my cup of tea.

With the odd exception.

Here's one that almost everyone knows (at least a few lines of it) and I like this version because of the original and wonderful way that it's presented.

And it seems apt for my blog because it's about taking responsibility for your life, being the best you can be, and not making excuses. That's a conversation I have in court every day.

It's a poem I'd like to read to my son one day.

Have a look and you'll see why.