A Reminder to My Son

A REMINDER TO MY SON.

The rising of the sun

Heralds thy rising, O my son

The singing of the bird

Says to get thee out of bed

The honking of the horn

The noise of the dawn

Of breakfast, you’ve been taught

“My son, of this…no thought.”

The table you need to have

The garment that’s a must have

And the drink of which you thought

“My son, of these … no thought.”

But go thee about His purpose

There’s a plan for the purpose

Acquaint thee of His timing

“My son, of these be minding.”

So when the sun is set,

As it must for us all

Then we shall both be set

As those who’ve got it all.

sylvanus ibem AD2017NOV