I taught my son how to shoot
But not whom and when.
I taught my son how to earn
But not how to show concern.
Brain enlarges; heart shrinks; we decay.
18.12.2007
Very nice piece. But your son surely inherits your great qualities even without teaching; I am so sure about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is what I call a poetic gem