When I was born, then it all begun,
Their thoughts were none, than I was their son...
When I was nurtured, for discipline tortured,
I became their pupil, and like a teacher they lectured...
When I lost fear, and manhood drew near,
I became proud and bold, still less did they care...
When I, sackcloth my clothing, went through pain and suffering,
Then I became to them, like the proverbial saying...
When I lonely threaded, through footpaths that men dreaded,
Their mock I bore, they forgot who decided...
When I, found alas, that momentary relapse,
The driving seat I took, and they fell back by laps...
When I, nay cupids laws, found me my true love,
On it I builded, disregard the 'perfect curve'...
When I, yours truly, now pay my dues daily,
Today, filled up... tomorrow, packed fully...
When I, would fly, my starting point the sky
When I, hear I... I know why, I made I...