A Note, From My Desk
Sir,
With all
My due
Respect,
Don’t curse him
Into the sea,
You might want first
To know his will,
He, who gave you all,
For you, my son
To be
On that fine leathered chair—
0r else,
You ages, for nothing!
Your
Guidance
Counselor,
A father.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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