17 October 2017, 2:05PM
I am a good boy, I follow
I listen to them all.
My dad says, I can do better
and foods are on table.
My mom says, learn to
what books never tell.
My auntie says, don’t depend
on parents whom compelled.
Whenever my teacher coach,
train, teach and discipline me
I can feel all through the
spine, brain and flows in me.
I cried for no reasons
even saying good or bad at all.
The emotions, motive or wish
at me like sitting at chair lethal.
Even so, I will grow up and
four or more companies await.
The chair will be vacant and
the people I will recite.
I am afraid it will be misfortune,
40 years my parents’ toil.
I have my other dreams and
not to follow your old tool.
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