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Dearest Sammy my son 
My sun is fading away
My feet are feeble and weak 
My breaths are shallow and painful
I feel my days are numbered

I would have loved to say
All these things face to face
But i know you are far away
So i let it be in this case 
A letter to my dear son

My son,the world has grown wild 
Everything is becoming weird and wanton 
There is danger in everything you touch
Tether and tame it in your field

Whenever you move up and down in life
Watch closely on your next step
And always remember your last step
For both measure a mile

Do not curse yourself over mistakes 
They are foundations for better solutions
They are laboratories of experience
And they are a beginning of a better life

Recall the ways of the wicked
They are so close friends 
They love to see you suffer
Avoid and dispose them

Do not always go for fame 
It is a dangerous and dirty game
And very difficulty to tame
At the end it may wash you with shame

My son,women are beautiful
Others are yet to be born
I will ask you to be very careful
On the ones you fall upon 

There  no room for the lazy
Nor for those in hurry
Take the moment as it comes
And mind for outcome

Sammy,in my life and death i will hope
You will have nothing to do with dope
It is addictive and  poisonous to your healthy
A gulper and snatcher of your wealth

Lastly and with a lot of joy
When am dead,get lid of my body
In a grave near to that of my lovely lady
Yours in love,your father Tomsonboy

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