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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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