Written for the Bar Mitzvah of the son of friends Terry and Steve. I think they 
asked me to write this. They certainly did ask me to write a similar poem for their 
second son, Jonathan a few years later and I did. This one is better, for I knew 
Aaron better considering that the Shapiros moved away to Stonybrook. 

Aaron's (Shapiro's) Bar Mitzvah

Aaron, I thought it fit to write a page
On your Bar Mitzvah, the coming of age
But first since you have grown so fast
I thought I'd tell you about your past
When you were two years old or one.
Playing with you was not much fun
By the time you reached the age of four
I'd say you were a total bore
But you were even worse at six
Remember all those 'magic' tricks?
When sports awakened you at eight
You'd miss a baseball with a gate
You made us pitch over again
And might have hit one ball by ten
At twelve we noticed something strange
Little Aaron began to change
You learned to program without a course
And started eating like a horse
You're growing faster than a weed
Soon your wrestling we'll have to heed
But today you davened like a man
Now you can do all the big folks can
So we feel sure you'll soon go far
With your own keys to dad's sports car

16 March 1985