When it comes to art, I find my excel,
Teaching my child, I thought all was well.
But the child, with candor, did not stop refrain,
"Your drawing sucks,you just trace it, it's not your own gain."

In the world of poetry, I shared my skill,
Yet my child remarked, with a truthful thrill,
"You just copy it from the web, it's clear to see,"
My efforts, thus questioned, lost my decree.

You want to be brave,I teach you how to do it.
But the child, with insight, did truthfully spill,
"You're just a coward, Dad,"with full of disorder,
"Just keep your tales and treasure it forever".




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