<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=503569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Son can be a rival/.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I taught my son lessons on singing<br>And made him with my sweats a great singer.<br>Sons’ glory is fathers’ glory.<br>His glory is my glory.<br>His wings spread and mine shrunk.<br>People thronged around him and spared me.<br>They didn’t say he was the great; <br>They said I was no where near him.<br>His glory is not my glory; <br>Sons’ glory is not fathers’ glory.<br>Can there be two heroes in a play? <br>Should he outlive me in the posterity? <br>He is my rival, no more a son.<br>11.02.2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rm.+Shanmugam+Chettiar">Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=503569" data-title="Son can be a rival/. de Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar" data-description="I taught my son lessons on singing And made him with my sweats a great singer. Sons’ glory is fathers’ glory. His glory is my glory. His wings spread and mine shrunk. People thronged around him and spared me. They didn’t say he was the great..."></div> </div> </div>

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