Letter To A Son (Part Ii) Poem by Mifa words

My son...
Be strong. Strive to be more than average in all you do,
But be content also, even when your dearest dreams don't come true.
Embrace failure passionately; care for the drench of pain;
For pain is life, and without it, no one would remain the same.
Show empathy to the person in distress seated next to you.
Sometimes even mere concern goes a long way too.
But people are different, and even sincerity sometimes goes un-noticed.
But care anyway; it takes nothing from you, but does the opposite.
I've been slave to my many mistakes of the past,
I've cried sore from the hurts of a broken heart.
I've seen friends gradually flee my side;
They had promised never to leave, but i guess fate decides.
Son, you shall also cry sore at the deep of the night.
It's no curse, but the truth, not intended to blight.
Life is a bed of roses, but only few lie on it with comfort.
And a time shall come when even hope will lose her support.

On this note, i must take rest,
Your father is old, with an aching back and a weak chest.
Please do keep my words to memory,
Cheer up with them when ever you are feeling lonely.