Oh my son — An introvert Mother's advice | Poem

‘Oh, my son’ is a poem about two pessimists/introverts — My mother and me.

Oh my son, my little lamb

Out there is a cruel world.

With wolves in sheep’s clothes,

Waiting for a golden chance.

Oh my son, my little child

Don’t walk towards the dark

Look at what is behind the trees

Instead of pondering over the stars.

Oh my son, my little traveller

Stop wandering around unknown lands.

Heaven seems far away in the skies,

Until you realize my advice.

Oh my son, my true love

Be a child rather than a man

Find joy in the tiny fortunes you have,

Mom loves you for what you are.