Sunday, March 14, 2010

A dads poem

A LETTER TO MY SON

NO words can praise thy sublime rise
You sprang indeed a pleasant surprise
A due reward for your sincere ways
You proved ,my son, that smart work pays.

Star of our family, You do attain
With this star status redoubled shine
A sense of thrill with joyous pride
Pervades my heart—I can not hide!

Be ever happy; act with prudence
Be neither jealous nor be tense
No ups and downs should shake your soul
Have faith and patience, pursue your goal.

Rise higher and higher like a star
Sky is the limit
—no stumbling bar—
True worship is hard work—be cool and wise
True contentment in our duty lies.

I wish you laurels more and more
Thank God to pour His generous store
Of blessings on thee, I humbly pray
Progress knows no dead end; create new ways.

1 comment:

  1. dad, love you truly...completely honored, humbled and overwhelmed at your generous words...

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