Verse by verse by son and I

When the other two had gone to bed tonight my 11 yr old son, Kobe, and i wrote a poem verse by verse. This is how it came out.....
Me- 
Life,
Is it a story best told,
Not left till you have grown and everyone's gone and you've grown old?

Kobe-
Not left till This house has been sold and not left until we lie dead,
Bitter and cold....

Me-
Stay in it and keep it warm,
Till the end of days,
Nice and calm....

Kobe-
Let us stay alive and well,
For then we'll have a story to tell....

Me-
A story that is big and bold,
Like this one,
By Kobe and dad is told 
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