My youngest and beloved son
After eleven years now you have grown
You are still the same child whom I cherish
Void of transgression, so innocent and fragile
In your own little ways you have brought joy to me
Careless though, you have lessen my sorrows.
My youngest and beloved son
I wish that you will grow into a good man
Sensible, responsible, polite and honest
Kindhearted you will become respectable
Only he who has courage can get ahead.
Pay attention to the words of the wise
Instill into your mind the lessons I teach
Zest in life can only be earned not given
As long as you do your best in your craft
Reaching for your dreams can be a reality
Run not from challenges, face it with drive
Only he who does not quit can be a winner.
Behold my youngest and beloved son
Rest assured that I'll always be with you
At any time when you will need me most
To guide, cheer, teach, advice and hold you
Only me and dear mum can truly support you.
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