Poem: Seeds of Greatness - Denis Waitley

I have a little Robot That goes around with me: I tell him what I’m thinking, I tell him what I see. I tell my little Robot All my hopes and fears; He listens and remembers All my joys and tears. At first my little Robot Followed my command; But after years of training He’s gotten out of hand. He doesn’t care what’s right or wrong Or what is false or true; No matter what I try —now; He tells me what to do!