My child, wait for the last dose,
The night is still a virgin;
Why hurry up to mat?
You’re but a child, why worry,
While under tutelage?
No granny, early to bed,
They say, is early to rise –
Yesterday, I became a man,
And I now sleep in a bed,
And I now win the bread!
Great piece. The first stanza in particular is quite interesting.
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Thanks a lot, Alden.
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Nicely penned 🙂
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