advise for a son I don't see | Poem

advice for a son I don't see
 

don't wear sandals
where there's always broken glass
hear African rhythms
Celtic songs
in the middle of any desert
remember cold streams
when the dust blows through the holes
keep your word
and don't mind
when others don't

- Ken Peters
 

Ken's Menu
 

to Moongate

 

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