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.