A Letter To My Son

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