Ob my litle boy,
May you succed in your life.
But dont forget this friend.
Oh my litle boy
Dont forget the soil you grew up in,
Dont destroy it with a bulding.
It might give you money,
But it wont get you the blessings of old people,
Whom you had childhood listening to their lullaby's.
Oh my litle boy,
You see that blue sky ?
Dont turn into grey
With your ships and planes.
In the real world dont forget your dreams.
Oh my little boy.
May your little self,
Grow up into big man.
May you learn from your mistakes
And be a better person to make them change.
Oh my litle boy
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Poems That I have done
PoetryI really like writting poems because it just connects us, shows us that we feel basicaly the same thing. I mean how many of us read a romantic sad poem and never understood the meaning? The words are simple but in a diferent direction. In order to...
