POETIC JUSTICE 165-By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

ELDER, WATCH YOUR TONGUE

Old age is Wisdom’s bestie
They walk hand in hand
In an atmosphere friendly
In each other, they understand

Elder, rise above prurient pettiness
Show maturity you wear like a crown
Exuberance, leave it to youthfulness
Lead the youth with righteous frown

Your words ought douse embers of discord
Your deed is the needed guiding light
You are a sage, a formidable moral warlord
So, why descent to capricious cesspit?

When you blow your trumpet
Let impertinence be humbled at once
And repentance find the strumpet
Your moral compass must be a force

Age has crowned you an admired leader,
Lead, let all afflutering followers follow
You’re arch of the patriarch, an astute adviser
Seen as pasture not ground that’s fallow

As the light on top a hill
You remain a beacon, be shinning
Your reputation is a windmill
Beneficial to all. Be right in leading

📌Copyright©William Warigon 2019

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