Beloved Son (A poem from father to son)

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A man writing on a paper, looking down.

We failed with our plans,

We ashamed our clans,

We destroyed our plans,

But evil works gains.

We ignored advices,

We ruined promises,

We harassed our teachers,

Due to smoking gases.

Teachers punished us,

Parents claimed us,

Cops prisoned us,

Due to the impossibility of us.

But my beloved son,

Stay fixed as a horn,

Be strong like a bone,

And don’t be kind of mine.

By Aymar Audry