by Martha
An immature, young fellow.;
became strong and mellow;
good shaped and well-mannered;
seeing the result of a parent that cared.
Lots of things has happened...
but as you grow, your mind sharpens;
though some memories of the past forgot,
tries to remember until you never stop
You have sometimes failed...
yet urges to stand and smile.
not that of a baby child
whose eyes cry and not every time mild...
You care to share yourself
precocious in learning--- life.
Though not that so bright
always trying to reach the light.
You've comprehend what's around;
turned out nice, it sounds...
you've learned most and stood;
thus, you'll always learn what's good for you!
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Dedicated to: Rodrigo Gabriel Tomas Nicolas
He is turning 13 on October 15! Happy Birthday Cousin! :D
Submission date : 2009-10-13
Last edit : 2009-10-16
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