Pride
Full of color, zest and vigour
May you live a life, my son
Free from envy spite and prejudice
I know what I see,
in your eyes,
this fear of unknown
Through your touch,
I feel the uncertainity of what lays ahead
and through the same,
I sense your heart beating, thumping
inside little chest of yours,
Its strength, its prowess,
the conviction in your soft grip,
as you hold my hand,
a fight in your spirit,
as you wrestle for the glittery hangings,
I do not doubt at all,
The odds of your success.
however,
to be a better man
Is a quest ,one day for you to fullfill
and make us the old bones
Proud all over again.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2015-08-26 at 17:41
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