I have watched you son,
From the early days of your infancy
Through the tempest years of teenage hood
Saw the tiny furs on your jaws roughen up your face
the voice break,
Your first crush love and heartbreak.
How I saw myself in you,
Then a baby…
Until now you are nearing manhood…
What shall I speak to you?
What shall I tell you?
Son, life is hard; be steel, be a rock,
And you might stand against the swirling winds and waves of life
And still remain firm amidst tempests and storms
Through the sudden betrayals
Remain tight through the slow slacks moments of life.
Life is as soft loam soil; be gentle, go easy
So that this too might serve you.
Brutes have been gentled where lashes failed
The growth of a frail flower is a path up
has at times shattered and split a rock.
A tough and tenacious will counts;
So does desire,
and so does a rich soft wanting.
Without the rich wanting, nothing arrives.
Too much money has killed men,
And left them long dead before their burial.
The quest for blood money before a few easy needs
Has twisted enough good men;
And sometimes into dry, thwarted worms.
Son, time can be wasted
Be a fool so often,
and have no shame for ever having a being a fool;
Yet, learning something out of every folly
hoping to repeat none of the cheap follies,
Thus arriving at intimate understanding
of a world numbering many fools.
Son, often seek your own company
Be alone, and get at things by yourself.
Do not lie to yourself, in whatever you do.
Do not lie to yourself, no matter how many white lies and protective frontiers
you may take advantage of, and use against other people.
Solitude is creative, if you are strong;
Final decisions are made in silent rooms.
Be different from other people, son.
Be different, especially if comes natural and easy to you.
If you are different, son:
Then you may understand
works of great men and genius minds:
Shakespeare and his creative pieces
The Wright Brother and their day dreams
Pavlov, down delve deep onto dials of man’s mind
Pasteur, and medicinal matters
Michael Faraday and free imaginations;
Bring changes into a world resenting the very change
You will be lonely enough,
To have time to work,
Work you know and call your own.