Bon Voyage Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

Come, my child, did I hear you right?
Oh dear, sit tight, you give me a fright

Your father, you know, left me out in the cold
And now I am spent, tired and very old

I've lost your father to the sea; your brother to the army
And now you beg for me to let you also Safari

I possess not the strength to fight you
Follow your heart and do what you must do

I've known your legs to wander, even before you could walk well
And I've never known them to tire; they itch once more, I can tell

Go ahead, if it's your heart's desire; your chosen path
But first listen to me before you wander this earth

Go well, my child, but beware of the world
Whatever you do, please fear your Lord

As you go through life you'll see
That it is not as organized as for the bee

You will meet with sundry influence while out there
Of every kind of vice, please beware

From every conceivable temptation, refrain
The littlest forbidden pleasure must later cause pain

The most angelic faces are most often the devil's
Be careful: you're bound to find them in life, at all levels

Your heart is your most prized possession; guard it with diamond vaults
It is your one custody most vulnerable to faults

Seek knowledge, and always stick with the facts
But use the good and leave the bad ones intact

In every situation, be last to succumb to a fight
And all people, good and bad, treat right

Live your life a simple one; don't complicate it
So you can always rearrange it or make a quick exit

Be wary of an innocent's curse; hurt no one, so no one may hurt you
Then peace will be your closest companion, ever with you

Enter into no agreement, till you consider all stakes
There are crooks about the earth, make no mistake

Trouble is a close friend to one loquacious
Speak concise, but in all, be righteous

Money is mostly evil, those who live for it face doom
For extravagance, make no room

Pride is a most destructive human vice
Be humble on the out; an inner confidence will suffice

Patience is a virtue: this is most definitely true
If you court it, you'll always find a door through

Trust no one; have no enemy, have no friend
You will be the wiser in the end

Travel far and wide, travel is good
But no matter how far you go, do come home to your hood

Go safely, my child: for now, goodbye
I'll say you some prayers, even as I cry