Advice to the Good Son

Mother kissed me in the morning

then sent me off to war

She packed love and goodness in my head

sensing all I might endure

humility she also tried her best to instill

knowing how my pride and anger

is so raw and over powering

But she showed me the right ways

the proper roads to walk on

and how to be the cool head;

the pacifist; 'the stronger one'

taught me never to be an instigator

or lust after perdition

always be a peace maker

For there is always darkness on horizon

so take a step back,

look around

 use your common sense

and try to be the noble one

take the high road;

find a 'good'  cliche' 

to suit your mode

but somehow I knew

through wisdom or vision

that somewhere in the distance

despite all her good counselling

there would always be a need

to give out some old fashion 'ass whopping'