Dear son,
If you are 25, in 15 years, you will be 40,
Same with 35 and 45, 50 and 60 is in a blink
Imagine when this year started,
Now it’s ending in a few days ahead.
The question of how fast that will be is,
See the same in brief 14x cycles
It’s a matter of a sleep and waking
Waking to behold you’re over,
It’s not pressure, my son,
But the art of maximizing time,
For no one has ever truly held its reins.
Back in 2001, son
I was still in primary school,
2007 felt like a century away,
It was so far but now I’ve closed my eyes
My eyes are opened being aged
The age Near someone’s grandpa
Wondering where the years flew?
Dear son,
Time is like butterfly friends
It has wings and flies as the eye’s blinks
Use time wisely, son
Understand that you don’t have time.
Nobody ever did, not then, not now.
May we never be over when we were not done,
May we finish every race before we’re called to rest.
For time, dear son, is a fleeting companion,
And once it’s gone, there’s no turning back.
I wish you well, son,
Till I write again
from,
dAdDA