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Created on: September 12, 2009
MY SON
Hello my son, welcome to life
Me, I'm your dad, your mum is my wife
Your eyes are so wide, your first sight is of me
I'm honoured to be the first thing that you see
The world is too large, take in one sight at a time
First learn what is right don't let feelings climb
Watching is learning, it opens your mind
So learn when you watch, if you don't you are blind
How can you learn if improperly taught
The answer to this has always been sought
If your teachers are wrong don't follow along
Answers are found where they don't belong
You're reaching out now, and you always will
With your arms open wide you are ripe for the kill
Everyone reaches though there is nothing to hold
Be bold, take their hands and help them unfold
A true leader is someone who leads just himself
The charades of society are in books on a shelf
Your pages are written in code inside you
Study your code and decipher what's true
Follow your roads, don't take a sidetrack
Follow your maps, resist turning back
At the end of each road you choose the next route
The choice is quite easy if you stay astute
You won't impress all others, 'cause they want to impress
Toiling for extras starves your thoughts to excess
Your rewards are around you in the ones you love most
Feeling happiness in them is of what you should boast
So follow your roads and follow your maps
Stay true to yourself and then just perhaps
You will welcome your son you will dream for his life
And you'll know when you train him you'll guide him from strife.
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