Never compete with a scorpion,
Since you will never be a champion,
Always good people are one in a million,
You can't stop a bullet nor run after a lion.
If you're thirst can't quench it with melon,
Nor you can't finish it forever with one gallon,
Be careful how you roll your dice talon,
Respect people's ideas as a royal balloon.
Lets call a spade a spade not a big spoon,
Life is so sweet but it fade to soon,
So play your cards well I tell you my son,
Since your thumb can hide you from hot sun.
Keep my words in mind as I do train,
Practice my things and much will gain,
Fight hard for good things comes with pain,
But don't loose morale and leave iron with stain.
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An advice bristling with wisdom from definitely a sagacious granddad. I like the flow of the poem and the rhyme scheme. A lovely piece well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.