You are a poem of time.
I aspire you
to be my rhyme.
I anticipate Good men to be my prediction,
But I wish one day you will stop being just a tale of my fiction.
Do not be greedy for power,
Manifest yourself to Become a cheering part of every gender.
I’m pleased to have you in my life,
In form of My bold father, or my stupid brother.
Thy You might have your drawbacks.
But I will always put you in the category of gift on the cover.