To My Son - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy
Open your hearing to hear
Knowledge is not far away but near,
Although in darkness, its hidden.
Find the light and its paths will be
When you starting imagining,
If you can only open your mind, you'll see messages coming in,
Whether from God or the devil.
Depends on the root of your thoughts; hell or heaven.
This world is like our body, our mind is the feet,
the world is moving, but the thoughts of men controls it.
I see myself standing tall on a bright star
Shining brighter than the sun. That's an assurance that the glory I
sought is not far
but I have to pen this to my son.
I wasn't mistaking when I said your
father won't die,
Even after he's buried and rotten, His name won't dry
and his legacy would never be
Like shakespear, Literature would
preach his gospel
and his lyrics will grow tall and strong as a mountain
in the heart of all that read this words.
Son, always remember that your
father's heart was the fountain.
Most time I feel like my father.
'What do my son think of me? ' These thoughts makes me lite as a
Son, how'd you feel?
Like your father writes to make money?
To provide the right type of life for his family and all his need.
Or your father writes to create another
That encourages you to follow what is right
and flee from evil deeds
Son, this is not an epilogue,
But a prologue of the dialogue Between you and I on these things that I think.
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