Monday, November 29, 2010

My Boy

I'm proud of you
Whatever you do.
Prime Minister,
Manual Labourer,
Poet,
Preacher,
English Teacher,
Banker,
Singer,
Soldier,
Cleaner...

Whatever your job,
Whatever it pays,
I'll be proud of you
Till the end of my days.

Choose a job for YOU, not me,
Be whatever you want to be.

I ask for just these things, my son,
When all is said and all is done,
Appreciate your charm and smarts
But listen both to head and heart.

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