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 .

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