My Son Poem by Isaac Armstrong Annor
My Son
Youthful dream hace
Taken over me,
Too full of pride
But, father I am your son.
Right, you are my son
I brought you up and
Will see your through.
My blood, know from me
What it is to be a Man.
Though I am aged, but
Like our features, we are
Similar, especially our Nails,
My flesh, never forget
My counsels, on your way up.
Live and live by my Advice,
Because, I was once like You.
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