When you entered, dear one
this world unknown,
did I tell you then
that it would be fun,
that the walk would be easy
or success breezy.
Dear child,did I hold out to you
promises untrue
or were there dreams
in my lullaby themes
leading you astray, to believe
them would you achieve.
As a child myself, often in wonder
I looked yonder
undefeated warrior
ready to plunder,
slay dragons and blaze trails
one who never fails.
But life has been the master,
unforgiving teacher
me, a poor learner;
eternal dream spinner
watching each desire spurned
yet new ones yearned.
To stand aside, helplessly stare
at hopes laid bare,
winners unfair,
unrequited care,
alone to inter
aspiration and desire
yet rekindle the fire.
Many are the travails that lie waiting
paths many, beguiling
distant lights bewitching
travellers misguiding
and yet must you forge your destiny
a defeat to ignominy.
I seek not to preach or guide
on this clement ride,
to your heart do abide,
and may luck do your tide
and when the road ahead be hardest
know you are blest.
Remember a voice of the cradle song
for you, still sings along,
distinct from the throng
only to you to belong
so venture forth with courage dear one
your battle shall be won.
this world unknown,
did I tell you then
that it would be fun,
that the walk would be easy
or success breezy.
Dear child,did I hold out to you
promises untrue
or were there dreams
in my lullaby themes
leading you astray, to believe
them would you achieve.
As a child myself, often in wonder
I looked yonder
undefeated warrior
ready to plunder,
slay dragons and blaze trails
one who never fails.
But life has been the master,
unforgiving teacher
me, a poor learner;
eternal dream spinner
watching each desire spurned
yet new ones yearned.
To stand aside, helplessly stare
at hopes laid bare,
winners unfair,
unrequited care,
alone to inter
aspiration and desire
yet rekindle the fire.
Many are the travails that lie waiting
paths many, beguiling
distant lights bewitching
travellers misguiding
and yet must you forge your destiny
a defeat to ignominy.
I seek not to preach or guide
on this clement ride,
to your heart do abide,
and may luck do your tide
and when the road ahead be hardest
know you are blest.
Remember a voice of the cradle song
for you, still sings along,
distinct from the throng
only to you to belong
so venture forth with courage dear one
your battle shall be won.
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