TO THE UNBORN SON

My son

I have taught you things quite many

I have shown you the pot that brews wisdom

And the kettle that boils folly

I have taken you to the fountain of life

And the spring of death

I have described to you the path of wealth

And the highway of penury

I have guided you to the mountain of the great

And the valley of the lowly

I have pointed to you the coats of success

And the rags of failure

I have revealed to you all

And witheld from you none

Yes, all

But one

My son, it is yours

To seek for the garden of Love

Wherein lie all fruits

Of diverse colours and shapes

Choose from the assortment

Whichever best suits you

But remember

Unripe fruits can be sour

And not all yellow fruits

Are sweet and refreshing

Still, find the garden of Love

Wherein abide all flowers

Of alluring scents and stunning patterns

Select any from the variety

But remember, my son

Roses can also have thorns

Son, this was what my father told me

That his father told him

That I should tell you

That you should tell your son

That your son should tell your son’s son

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