I owe you all so much.
It is my earnest prayer that nothing does, a return of investments, botch
For right from the moment I was born into the life of the crutch
Having been put quite untimely in the enemy's clutch
Till the time I was able to, myself, detach
The love afforded me by each
Has ne'er seemed to flinch.
There has not been a moment of glitch
Despite moments that would have appeared, to others, a hitch.
You have always, with my pains and sufferings, been in touch
Even when I appeared to be doing no better than a leach.
I really do owe you both so much
I must admit you are top notch
Frankly, I better be dead in the nearest future if I do not remit double of this sacrifice patch.
I mean some other parents would have had me and done me a flush
Or left me to die in some bush
Or done something to give my existence a crush
But not you dear ones with hearts that gush,
Hearts that gush with kindness and faith that none can hush.
I mean I am no josh
But 26years of catering my needs which I certainly do agree has not been all lush
And not, for one day, attempting a mush
Feeling the push
But not giving in to the rush.
You certainly do deserve the best retirement in the world
And like I said I'd better be dead before the future if I would gaurantee you that.