31|Than Me 🌉

“Children are like sponges”

– Troy Headrick

Dear New Gen,

Yes, I am flawed,
But I do care,
As I’m no god,
For you my dear.

Forgive my frays,
Absorb my best,
Do learn my ways,
Catch up the rest.

With all your own,
You ought to be
The skills you hone,
Better than me.

Fruitful is then,
Progress is when.

With love,

Old Gen

Note : This poetry, having a rhyme pattern of sonnet, serves dual, as a letter by parents to children, or that to a weathered personality from the fading innocent self, fictionally named ‘Gen’.

Inspired by :

a-complicated-relationship

Further Readings :

Definition-of-parent-of-adult-children

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