Role Model

Poem By Warren Augustus de Guzman

A smirk on his chin,
He threw me a line.
What is it that you wish to do?

He made my head spin,
Now? Must I reply?
Sooner or later you’ll have to.

Must you always ask these questions?
Of what tomorrow will bring?
When you always make suggestions,
As to what it is I should be doing.
And when I pursue my actions,
You call me ‘fool! ’ for babbling.

Why do I even bother,
Tired Son talking to father.

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