My Son Poem by Gladys Brown Prince

As a son you are most precious
And of this you must be conscious
Never should you become suspicious
Or even dare to become vicious
As one who seems devious or covetous

Life is the only game you play but once
And you are never given a second chance
With each breath learn to sing and dance
Ride with the wind and keep your balance
From unwise and negatives keep a distance

You do not know your length of days
Try to live upright in all your ways
Let integrity rule your intellect it pays
Remember Jesus when alone He prays
And later said I'll be with you always

The passing of time is counted in years
No one can measure the time shed in tears
Time of surrender and garment one wears
The call is on you just stand in your place
Reach for the baton and run to win the race

Time is precious to who will manage it well
But seems an eternity to who wait for the bell
No time like the present a plaque that will sell
But who wants to buy it on the way to hell
Remember the story of love it is easy to tell




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