The Sympathetic Father, To His Unfair Son
Come dwell quiet child.
Don’t be so wild.
You are still mine.
Do right in time.
Time will be gone.
So don’t hang on.
Go out, explore
And help the poor.
Go, be humble.
I might crumble.
Have sympathy
For the dimly.
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