Dear Son

Son, I talk you life: be not eunuch by being, dream peace and bring to realm, trace your grace and dance your chance; in your name you fame. O Child, dwell well in yours, I tell. I love shame not. Oh Ye! for you. And now that you are about to be, soon you be at wheels carting, set your belt, by now time must have come. Reason life a season so much ransom you pay on your way and drive your path as you heed... Welcome Son, you got to be by now, look at them not loosen, nothing in life, you got to splash, flash your best and leave the rest; before you, gifts were there, what have you? O Charming, be grateful, you will live a peace, if you wished and if you make be, live by peace, in peace you rest.