Daughter Today when the preschool teacher said that You loved art so much and you could do it all day I just wanted to cry Not out of joy or pride No no Out of pity Poor you daughter of mine As I think you are gonna be too much like me Would love to spend my days pasting puttering painting And do from time to time But have yet to discover a way to make the pleasant work of art become work of pleasant income Dear daughter Study chemistry and dentistry Engineering and math Pls refrain from any dreamy attempts at life Save yourself the agony