Tomorrow when you see me no more
And you’re left to man your world alone,
When pecks and hugs and all the warmth of my skin
Had grown wings;
Don’t fret my son,
That’s how it should be.

And peradventure
During the course of your sojourning,
You found love,
Choose carefully,
For all bright and beautiful ain’t exact way they look
Our world is a mirage.

Smile my boy!
So you’ll live long
Wave and greet the man that crosses your path,
For whom you met on your way up,
May hold the ladder for you to descend,
That’s how it should be.

You’ll meet wolves, in sheep skin,
Human of varying shapes,
Wonder, ponder and beat your emotion tenderly
For that’s just the way we are,
That’s the cruel world we live.

See son, don’t be wary during adversities,
For the earth is a pendulum,
To and fro it goes,
It waddles and toddles.
All you’ve got is believe in yourself
That’s how it should be.

I’m leaving you some gift to give to your own son,
Just like my father sent me to you,
I’m giving you some books,
Read and pass on to your generation.
Go! Be an eagle
Go! Be a man!
For that’s just how it should be.


Author: Bayo Akinnola.
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