I commit to you a kiss;
not by the whisp of death,
Lurking in every shadow,
for as she is the thief of time,
soon to steal my last breath.

Wait on patiently for yourself;
upon the expectations for love,
Dearest son;
why dream up mountains you'll never climb,
For if you desire a love of perfect heart;
You forget quickly the wickedness of all your faults.

I speak to you as young;
a calf behind the legged way of walking life's journey,
Knowing pure childish games,
and the dirtiest teenage fun.

Soon you'll learn;
you are the goodness you keep,
The identity of your father's words,
and the rewards you earn.

Keep all closely to hand;
for I'm not long for this Earth.

The Kiss of Death beckons upon me...