CHILDREN OF MY PARENTS

*Oh Children Of My Parents*🗣🗣
        *PAY HEED*👂👂
Oh Children of my parents,
Ere you err like I did
Erego,  hearken to my voice🗣
Read from my tears,
Which depict that, in my heart.

Bright sun has shone in my days
But my clothes are yet dried,
Have been watered so dearly in my years,
But I refused to grow and sprout to success,
Have been boiled and fried in the oil of greatness,
But I preferred to be smoked and roasted in olden ways,
Have been hauled over my coals,
Deaf ears I turned, my neck is strayed.

Oh children of my parents,
Who will cry my cry?
Who will shed my tears?
No sun can dry my clothes,
No water can make me grow and sprout to greatness
I can't be boiled and fried in the oil of greatness,
For I shall be insipid.
My grey hairs are growing in sorrow,
My bones are getting weaker,
For I am close to my final abode.

Oh children of my parents,
Ere your err, pay heed to my words, Respect my tears,
Feel my words,
And you will not fall into the same catastrophe like I did.

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