a careful person I ought to be, a little fellow follows me. I do not dare to lead him astray, for fear he’ll go the selfsame way. Not once can I escape his eyes, whatever he sees me do he tries. Like me he says he’s going to be, that little chap who follows me. I must remember as I go,
through summer sun and winter snow
Im moulding for the years to be—that little chap that follows me.
In my meditation book of yesterday!