Oh, I'll be sympathy.

Be grateful my son for what you get:

Expression and passion.

Ten days for watching the sunset.

When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves.



Permission to breathe sir.

Don't talk like that, I'm your man.

There'll soon be [???]

So join up as soon as you can.

You can't borrow that!

'Cause that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees.



I only feel what touches me

And feeling, touching, I can see

A better state to be in.



Who has the right

To question what I might do?

In feeling I should touch the real

And only things I feel.



It's advice. It ain't nice

To know when you're best advised.

You're only turned thirty,

So son you'd better apologize.

And when you grow up, if you're good we will buy you a bike