Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of life longing for itself
They come through you but they are not from you,
And though they are with you, they belong not too you
You can give them your love but not your thoughts,
They have their own thought, they have their own thoughts
You can house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow,
Which you can not visit, not even in your dreams
You can try to be like them, but you can not make them just like you,
Strive to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you