Tonight, my son, I always wished to see,
A woman with you, dressed a wife to-be.
My breaths decided could be so, yet,
Peace I have, not’ve meeting her my regret.
So some advice before our final day,
A patient man, and truthful try to stay.
To always speak your mind, and not withhold,
In spite of love appearing old and thin.
Remain forthright, yet of a quiet voice,
If heedful of my words, then I shall rejoice.
This senior shall await, for when your mother
Speaks of children, and love like none other.