The Letter Poem by Nima Tharchen

The Letter



The letter
Dear son, you are one fine kid
Till now you have been successful in whatever you did
Tomorrow is your first day of high school
High school is not easy, it’s a whirl pool
Your peers will be broken into fragments
Be wise that you choose, it will be you pennants
There will be rock stars, emo, cool kids and the nerd
Be picky, they will be your company
Your pack your herd

High school is a highway, it is always in speed
Join a band, play Metallica, Green day or Creed
But always keep away from Booze and Weed
Join the theatre, a campaign or the basketball team
These will help you recognize your dream
Go to rock concerts and parties
Enjoy the youthful experience of the birds and bees

Also remember, girls may come and go
They will bring you Joy and seldom sorrow
Believe me; these joys will always be cherished
The sorrows shall fade, they’ll go
These emotions will help thee grow

But above all,
Feels like yesterday,
I saw you mother by our high school hall
I impregnated your mother
She did not make the prom nor the ball
She died just the day other
You don’t want to have a child
When you have enough obligations piled
You are the best thing in my life
But I have felt the burden and strife
When I was in your age and I was in High school
I was Popular and cool
After I had you in High school
Lost friends, they thought I was a fool
That’s when I dropped out of High school

Crest fallen Tharchen (Down But not out)

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