To His Son
He was so proud of his growing son
Climbing the stairs of life with grit,
And by thrashing the trammels of onerous run
Moving ahead through cold and heat.
"Dearest son, my valorous sword",
Stated the ardent heart of Dad,
"Retain for aye my arduous words
To live a life with risen head.
For life is a strenuous boundless test
The one where lasts is eternal gold,
And with a single triumph, a sole conquest
A thousand masteries remain untold.
So stroll like brave and earn thy bread
With a colossal breast to learn and teach,
And weave thy name with golden threads
Where no hearts dare to plod nor reach.
But never follow a vicious mood
Nor allow thyself in an odious crime,
Nay, pull someone for thy own good
In a stygian ditch which is hard to climb.
And never do whine for things thy lack
Nor compare thy luck with the blooming rest,
But drive ahead in thy own track
For thou art in thy own way best.
And keep thy foes greater than friends
To live like living a conscious life,
For only then with thy own hands
Thou shalt learn to cease thy strife.
And believe for aye and hark thy heart
But never keeping thy head in dark,
And never be vain of glories nor art
But be modest and cherish thy work.
And finally in the ending phase
If you succeed in this wearying game,
Still my child with a humble face
Behold thy foes and friends the same.
And then if thou becomest a man
A manly man who dreads not pain,
Ah, I feel I have not lived
This transient life in complete vain!"
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Submitted on August 02, 2022
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