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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