by | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

If ever you decide to be
A man who is renowned,
In clouds don’t place your head to see,
Keep your feet firm on the ground.

Don’t let your money rule your head
Or cause your roots to fray.
Don’t treat your old friends as if dead,
You may need their help one-day.

Don’t take your past for granted,
As if it were not there
Culture the seeds you planted,
With tender loving care.

Then, when you are established
In the pride and place of men,
Before on your past, you turn your back,
Just stop! And count to ten.

For it’s not what we have that makes the man
But what we are and what we’ve done.
Now go out into the world
And make me proud that you’re my son.


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