More Advice For My Son
A taste of living turns a boy into a man;
the taste of triumph and disaster.
For you must climb and fall down
and then you can say, you are.
You must strive for all of your dreams.
You must not give up
even when you have doubts.
So, when you try and fall down,
you must stand and try again.
My son, you will then be a man.
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