Youth is clean for a time
Mind is soft, mend like clay to the melody of father's wind chime
Oh, take some time, and you just might find
Whats out there son, you are not blind
By the way, share, do be kind
Pocket time, be at ease you are down to your last dime
Value these, and you will see, what you touch, will not please
Listen to these words I say, live your life child, by this way
Mind is soft, mend like clay to the melody of father's wind chime
Oh, take some time, and you just might find
Whats out there son, you are not blind
By the way, share, do be kind
Pocket time, be at ease you are down to your last dime
Value these, and you will see, what you touch, will not please
Listen to these words I say, live your life child, by this way
Mom likes this poem and choice of picture very much.
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