Son…respect a woman,
For you are a gentleman,
And not ‘coz she is a woman,
I remember his words.
Hold your blade up straight,
Taking smooth but firm strokes,
As you keenly look in the mirror,
For that’s how you shave your beard.
Give a firm handshake,
As your stance you maintain,
For in words nations have been built,
And many a like destroyed.
His words echo deep in me,
As I look into your eyes,
I see the same innocence I had,
I know my time to pass it on is nigh.