A Wise Counsel Poem by JAY EMM

Young man
You are tenderly tinder
Surely an adventure into fire
Shall consume your manhood

Hurry hurry
My son
No blessing
With less oxygen
You venture into space
Would you not
Prematurely suffocate?

Those fruits
Your hands pluck
Still protruding
Should they untimely
Grow baggy
Would you take the blame?

Those regions my son
Too early to venture
Why bite more than
Can swallow
Should your bullet
Strike a target
Will you take responsibility?

With your bag and baggage
Nothing to brag
Can you feed a chick
If an egg hatches?

Should you slip and siphon
Contaminated juice
From a viral vampire
Will you as usual walk
High held head
When sores swallow your body
Will you bid us goodbye
To take an early rest?

My son,
Listen to my counsel
Old eyes
Have the sight of a lynx
See beyond the present
Spare your struggles
Unhold your trigger
You'll shoot better
Legally in future
My son,
Listen to my counsel.