Letter To A Son (Part Ii)
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.