Where are you going my tanned faced son? Will I see you again my child? Do you know what you're doing? Have you thought of your life? May I perhaps smile? I want peace now, And love too, For you, Son.
I read a couple of poems that diminished by one syllable per line until it ended with one syllable. So, I thought I'd give it a try.
Neat style, nicely said! :)
Neat style, nicely said! :)