Before shadows of death cometh,
Life is live to experience breath
Not these rules that must never be bent,
“My child, do this; my child don’t do that”
Until your choice of destiny is found,
Let the dice roll, you can only guide.
It may be a sweet meal at the moment
And tomorrow; mouth and the toilet
Tell dead tales of the meal they ate;
Parenting is a school you graduate
Only to get your descriptive result
When your children turn into adults.