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To my son

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 You will realize this wisdom,
When you are my age, and experience,
Gained from being in vexing situations,
Yet, being out of it.
You do the same, There is a joy in detachment, Forsaking instant pleasures, pains, For things deeper and enduring.
Don’t be a slave to the work, Of smart slave-drivers in cubicles, Instead explore the works of men, Who have experienced the truths, And distilled in their words, wisdoms, Which may grate your ears now.
Like me, don’t be prey to sudden, Rushes of anger that comes over cables, And with emails and posts demolish, Without thinking of consequences - I have done that and am living to regret.
Don’t drink bottled and sealed lifestyles, Its sugar, water and carbon dioxide, Will dither you, disorient you, and sap you, And don’t eat fast food with loose change, They will suck you into their assembly line.
Lastly do not try to see with closed eyes, And hear with deaf ears, keep them open.
The music and rhythm can corrupt, And make sinning seem so tempting.
The age of innocence, son, is gone, Every man is a mercenary army.
If you follow this advise, son, When you are mature and wise as me, You will say, one day, “Thank you Papa, For your words of advice, wisdom, To my children, too, I will pass this wisdom.

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