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You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
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I want you to write a poem for me reflecting on my relationship with my growing son. Weeks feel like days as I notice the changes in him. Express how I can’t control everything in my son's life and must root for him from the sidelines. I must anticipate his falls and crashes, but I hope for his success and recognize that life brings trials and tribulations. It will shape him into a man. End the poem with a message of encouragement for him to persevere through life's challenges. Every verse doesn’t have to rhyme. Some can be free verses wherever justified.
gpt
My Son

Our hours are measured in weeks.
You grow in spurts,
The difference noticeable
From one week to the next.
Your highs and lows
I see it out of context.

I’m relegated to rooting 
For the home team while
It plays away games.
Yet, it would be unfair of me
To lay blame for these things
Upon a single set of shoulders.

I stand outside looking in.
I anticipate the falls.
I see the crashes in the replay.
Their noises reach me
Long after the occurrence has past
And there are gaps in us.

Judgment of your deeds,
Both good and not-so-great,
Is left open to interpret
Too long after the fact.
I wish only that you succeed,
Waiting for our reunions to tell you.

What choice have we except
To work through those things
That life brings to us,
Although they may seem unfair?
For it is trial and tribulation,
My son,
That turns the cub into the bear.