Listen To Me My Child

Listen to me my child
Life is not a bed of roses
Neither it is a bed of thorns

Listen to me my child
Life is not a platter of gold
If you cherish gold go dig the ground

Listen to me my child
Success won’t be served to you on a plate
Work hard to have success on your plate

Listen to me my child
A silver spoon I cannot pass unto you
For I do not have one for my son
Work hard! Maybe you could get one to pass unto your children

Listen to me my child
Life won’t always be the same
There is always the other side of life

Listen to me my child
Time is always ticking
Don’t forget the passage of time is wide

Listen to me my child
Be moved by the picture of the future
Rather being carried away by the pleasure of the present.