Chapter A Letter to My Son
Dear son of mine, my ache and blood
Mark my words, for you they flood
You eagerly wait, but I want you to know
There's a face to everyone that they don't show
From the times that you'll learn, to the ones you'll give in
There's cause and fact, that grows under your skin
Life is not a game, and it won’t always be fun
But you'll get through it, so that's alright son
You won't always make all of the teams
What's happening now, is not what it seems
People will hate you, this you should know
You'll strive for a yes, and get many "no's"
Your grades may slack, you'll fall behind
You'll feel discouraged along with time
You'll experience stress and you'll feel alone
But that's alright son, it's a part of being grown
The girl of your dreams, may never appear
She may come around, she may hold a spear
You'll meet what you thought was forever to be
And then she'll walk out, so son can't you see...
...That life for you isn't painted in gold
With the pain you'll endure, you have to stay bold
You'll scream and you'll curse, you may even cry
I tell you these things, I won't sell you a lie
People will die, and yes including me
But it's a part of the growth of your family tree
Success is the word that may never come
You'll feel like a failure and even grow numb...
But never let it blind you... nor stand in your way
Determine your dream and demand a better day
As long as you move forward, and look to the sky
Don't worry about your back, nor who's by your side
A powerful path has only room for one
So clear it alone, and make it right son