and so it goes ....
No my dear son
Today no longer will I
imprison you in my dreams
but let you find your wings
and your own private skies...
But once in a while
let me gloat over your "A"s
and mull if its a steth
you will pick
or a robot
you will make
No my dear son
no longer will I
crush you with my hopes
but let you blow
your own young bubbles
in expanding varied shades
But once in a while
or maybe for a day
or two let me
lecture you
on the wise management
of your time.
No my dear son
No longer will I
****** my ambitions on you
But let you hit goals
on your muddy foot ball ground
But once in a while
when you are curled up with Archies
let me brood
if only for a little while
if its Ruskin Bond
you should be reading instead
Or maybe...
just let me offer you
a slice of my dreams
a pinch of my hope
and a very tiny speck
of my ambition
After all...
I too need to breathe.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 8:48 AM UTC
and so it goes ....
No my dear son
Today no longer will I
imprison you in my dreams
but let you find your wings
and your own private skies...
But once in a while
let me gloat over your "A"s
and mull if its a steth
you will pick
or a robot
you will make
No my dear son
no longer will I
crush you with my hopes
but let you blow
your own young bubbles
in expanding varied shades
But once in a while
or maybe for a day
or two let me
lecture you
on the wise management
of your time.
No my dear son
No longer will I
****** my ambitions on you
But let you hit goals
on your muddy foot ball ground
But once in a while
when you are curled up with Archies
let me brood
if only for a little while
if its Ruskin Bond
you should be reading instead
Or maybe...
just let me offer you
a slice of my dreams
a pinch of my hope
and a very tiny speck
of my ambition
After all...
I too need to breathe.