NERVY SON

There is a strategy to follow

And upon this method shall your destiny glow like the rising sun

Son of man arise!

Take up your dreams to the cross

And right there ask for grace.

Make haste!

Arise!

Sleep no more!

Lest with negligent napping you worship poverty with folded arms

As the storms of failure throw waves at the future through lazy waters

And drowning tomorrow with rising tides of procrastination.

You see, capstones are built by men of strength

And wealth itself lives by brave oxygen

For pregnant dreams are stagnant until pushed out the womb of courageous labour

Favour is an auxiliary backing to success spin

But until hard work is given a vertebral column,

Fragrance of rich papers are fated mirage

And lo tall wishes are mere tales told to idle palms

Seek parental blessing my child.

Regards for gray hair are strong wings to fly

Sacred prayers are soaring ointment

And a purity practitioner never faints.

Yes, paint the future picture

And never get wearied of using optimistic crayons.