FOOT STEPS
At the age of ten Father's love was warm, Mother, could not let me leave home And go out a lone. At the age of fifteen Father told me, Son, You are no longer a teen. Here, you have to be keen. Life in secondary level At all, was not stable If I do not strugle At home, I will be strungled. At the end of the four years Mother sorbs sweet tears Father told me chears, Son, be ready to grow beards. Now, I have grown beards It's like father is a sear He told me not to take bear At the University, we have a lot there. That is my story my dear daughter, Follow my steps my dear daughter Or get married at fifteen years And get devorced forever after .