January 07, 2012

A Father To His Son I


Don’t make a name to be printed on sands
You would always attract the dust
When you make your mark in life
You would always attract erasers

Don’t have a day without recording success
And focus your attention on those who dine
They are like the antagonists in a play
Always beside you the protagonist
Their rumours spread far and wide
And live proudly like the Mediterranean Sea
The listeners are for hearsay with the speakers
You’ll bite the dust in their presence

Life is a struggle in the face of challenges
We walk upon it's brittles

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