BE CAREFUL!

Be careful of the pleasures of femininity,
For it may lead to an unwanted pregnancy and paternity,
Of love, especially if it is not from above,
Of infatuation be careful, for it is synonymous with deception,

Be careful of power,
For it can destroy your life's tower,
Of how you arrive your destination,
That it be not a matter of public investigation,

Be careful of women,
Because some of them are deceitful and mean,
And of men because some of them are like dogs, and some like pigs,  are never clean,
Be careful of the friend who is always seeking the welfare of your wife,
That he penetrates not her sacred region, and taste of the treasure of your life,

Be careful of the tenderness of your concubine,
For it may turn out to be the quills of a porcupine,
Putting your life in a devastating situation,
Be careful of the priest's daughter,
For her waist may send you down the gutter,
Let the young maiden be careful of her virginity,
That she looses not her purity,
Let the groom hold tenaciously to his bride, else his best man snatches his pride,

Let the woman of the house be careful of the cook,
Lest she be written of the bed-book,
Of the husband who always defends the prettiest-maid,
That his manhood becomes not maid-made.

THE CROSSROAD

To the crossroads, we have come,
Where destinies are decided,
Stories changed,
And decisions made,
A point it is, where leaders are made,
Great men born,
And heroes emerge,

At this point it is, where the rich are separated from the poor,
Where success is differentiated from failure,
And immiscible, victors become with victims,

At this stage it is, that character is tested,
Strength shown,
Bravery determined,
And courage illuminated,

At the crossroads,
Weaklings are severed from warriors,
Servant from kings,
Leaders from the led,
And novices from gurus,

Around its axis,
Light outshines darkness,
Enemies, sunlight and rainfall become,
And apart, night and day are set.

THE BREAK OF DAWN

At cock crow it begins,
With sunrise, each morning, it starts up,
And the beginning of a new day, it marks,

The sorrows of yesterday, it drowns,
The travails of the past it washes off,
And the problems of yesterday it erases,

Into our world, the light of hope it beams,
Our hearts with rays of joy, it floods,
And the traces of misery, it shines out,

Down we may have been,
But the break of dawn, it is,
To try again, an opportunity it presents us with,
That we may defeat-borne pains jettison,
The waters of victory drink,
And the music of triumph dance to

MATURITY

In the advancement of age it lies not,
In the proliferation of grey hair, it is not evidenced,
But in the development of the mind, it is magnified,
And in the consciousness of thoughts it is depicted,

By the achievement of much wealth it is not measured,
But by the management of such of wealth,
Upon the reproduction of bodily cells it is not stabilized,
But upon the maturation of mental cells,

Upon the development of the heart, and the seasoning of well-chosen words in time, it is anchored,
In the understanding and resolution of complex issues, and those of the heart, it is hinged,
It is not in the yielding to the swaying of a tantalizing waist,
But in the overcoming of its beckoning,
It percolates the borders of physical physique, and transcends the confines of mere growth,
Deep within the enrichment of the soul and mind, it is rooted.