CHILD

Child
Don’t go rushing to Love Town
Because its slippery slopes can throw you down
Without acting mild

II
Child
Don’t go fighting to see Love’s Almighty Cupid
As that is all shades of stupid
Trust me, after Love’s whips, much sorrow will be piled

III
Child
Don’t go stepping on wise heads
Throwing tantrums to be allowed on pleasure beds
Thinking you’re wild

IV
For there are roses
…whose thorns, like experienced pilolowers, hide
And show themselves to only those who abide
…by patience’s rules and take many of time’s doses

V
Child
There is nothing beautiful about acting wild
Love’s hurts know nothing about being mild
If you step on its deceptions and push for a heartache case to be filed

VI
So live like a child this time when you’re a child
Listen to wise mouths as they talk
Watch the path of your dreams and steadily walk
Don’t go throwing age stones to have Love’s monsters riled
For Love’s downside never acts mild
…to none, not even to an innocent child
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 5, 2021