Fletcher - Poem by Jack Growden
My nephew Fletcher, from this line,
Heed these words, wise words of mine.
I am your uncle, so trust me hence
Even if you think I make no sense.
For I have lived longer; seen more than you,
Thus let my lessons on life duly ensue.
Now no doubt you’ve worked out your uncle’s a poet,
So take his advice and don’t simply blow it.
As my poem is more than just words that rhyme,
But rather lessons that have long withstood time.
Alas, I best move on with greater haste
For time is of the essence and not ours’ to waste!
Firstly, be brave and flamboyant; don’t follow others,
And please avoid women with big older brothers!
Remember to be calm; stay patient with girls.
Don’t waste your precious money on buying them pearls.
Instead, invest in a collie, and keep him near
As he’ll stay by your side until the end is here...
Now! When it comes to football, value your kicks
And watch out for old blokes’ dirty tricks.
On the field and in life you will grow up fast,
Thus treasure each moment; don’t dwell in the past.
While friends will be lost, family stays true,
So mate, rush to my aid if I’m in a big blue!
However, enough of the laughs, it’s time to talk straight
Before you suffer a familiar lonesome fate.
Of course, I have much more to say
Though just one last note I’ve reserved for today:
Love your mother; that’s more important than all.
For before you were fit and proud and tall
She bore you life from her breast,
Taught you to speak and how to get dressed.
Hence cherish her presence and treat her so kind,
As you owe her more than can possibly be mined!
So good luck mate, go forth with zest,
And Fletcher I promise, you’ll soon learn the rest.
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