When father and son are close in heart and mind,
When the bond of blood and gratitude is true,
Their two lives seem as one, so intertwined
That each to the other becomes a mirrored view.
How precious for the world is such a thing!
A light that shines for everyone to see;
Most happy joy these two and one shall bring
To all who muse on life’s vast mystery.
Though generations turn from age to age,
And much has changed, still much has stayed the same;
For many continue to batter at the cage
That nets them with their selfishness and shame.
And so sometimes such light has less esteem,
But when night falls more brightly does it gleam.
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