A Poem by John Monteith

Your Name

You get it from your father
 It was all he had to give
So It's yours to use and cherish
 For as long as you may live.
If you lose the watch he gave you,
 It can always be replaced
But a black mark on your name, Son
 Can never be erased.
It was clean the day you took it
 And a worthy name to bear
When he got it from his father,
 There was no dishonor there.
So make sure you guard it wisely
 After all is said and done
You'll be glad the name is spotless
 When you give it to your son.