Don't grow grow

Hello alas my boy, nephew
Grow not so fast quick,
Though you are trouble to mom,
You are so mischievous,
Mom and them needs a peace of mind,
Your dad is busy struggling for life,
In making riches in short time,
Your growth though is medicine,
Takes each of us near death,
You are not exceptions either,
And yourself towards cruelty of the world,
World is so rich of all,
You may get all sorts of share,
More than your maturity solving problems,
Problems of life might sick you,
Grow not so fast yet you must,
For who can command royal decree of nature,
All born must change, die and pain,
No vaccine can cure AIDS of nature,
Thus we must accept and you must grow,
Be thou one to share tears and pain,
Of the world in dreamly and one life.
Grow up through time in all senses.
I am but helpless as all are.