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Son, when I was born,
I thought…
I was born to fight.
Once I grew up,
My dad taught…
Life is a battle.
Son, joining army,
I hold…
As my mission in life.
Once I made it,
One and all told…
I got a vision for life.
Son, fighting for my country,
I knew…
Soars my dignity and pride.
Once I killed for my country,
One and all blew…
On my vigor and bravery.
Son, life is a battle,
I realized…
With no guns and canons.
Once I fought it,
I realized…
Knowledge and pen are true weapons.
Son, life is an adventure,
I realized…
With no lofty peaks and stormy seas.
Once I ventured into it,
I realized…
Real adventure lies in exploring ourselves.
Son, meeting up with twilight,
I realize…
I ended up as a farmer.
Once I pushed into modesty,
I realize…
I left only with great memories to cherish.
Son, at the edge of my pinnacle,
I reminisce…
There were ones who failed to make it.
Once I look into them,
I realize…
They have grand treasures to relish.
JUSTY JOTS 