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My Future Kid
Behold my son,
let the kite you made make you happy,
as i have taken your pain away.
observe the sunrise with your charming agony,
repent over those negative ropes,
as i have lived your tears of pain in me.
never hide yourself in a sty or kennel,
vibrating for fear and hunger,
as i have already feared for you.
Listen my son,
if i have to go today,
then i will go with your monsters away,
i will throw them far enough not to scare you ever.
But remember,
never will you be in doldrums,
protect your mom be a Gordian,
as i have left with your failures away.
poem
by
Dickson Mseti
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