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Advice to my Son
by J. Peter Meinke
The trick is, to live your days
as if each one may be your last
(for they go fast, and young men lose their lives
in strange and unimaginable ways)
but at the same time, plan long range
(for they go slow; if you survive
the shattered windshield and the bursting shell
you will arrive
at our approximation here below
of heaven or hell).
To be specific, between the peony and the rose
plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes;
beauty is nectar
and nectar, in the desert, saves –
but the stomach craves stronger sustenance
than the honied vine.
Therefore, marry a pretty girl
after seeing her mother;
show your soul to one man,
work with another;
and always serve bread with your wine.
But, son,
Always serve wine.
(Hat tip to Andy Luscombe for this Manvotional selection)
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Peter
I’am assuming your out there, I hope you are well.
You’ve struck the heart, your words say very much.
Please say more, Thank You Fernando
this poem is so cool, especially the last part ‘Always serve wine’. That is such a manly and fatherly advise.
Sounds pretty gay.