A poem about growing up.

Father to son

The time has come for you my son

to stand and leave your home

for life is ment for living

outside, married or on your own

you must be your own master

you must be your own king

so my son the time has come

for you to do your own thing.

Son to father

Thank you dad for helping me

to understand my fate

i realise its time to go

no longer time to wait

for this i leave you nothing

and that i plainly see

for now my father time has come

for you to depend on me….

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