Which apple your eyes heed on a tray
The nicest look and taste you expect
Though due to shyness you'd delay
And you'd it be chosen for you direct
So this standard could work anywhere
Most elderly look at young beauties
They're not frank but their features bare
Their demeanor despised and futile
Some wealthy pay fortune to entice
Youth to revel with some little while
Lustful ones might assault with vice
Incest happens, rude misdeeds vile
Feelings are not sins kept inside
Showing them injures thy fellows
Respect's thin and sarcasm wide
For no use you wear devil's halo
One should by strict limits abide
Young have their suitors and peer
Rational be or vain is your pride
Conscience, reason we must hear.
Kassem Oude
On Wednesday, June 22,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely envisioned and written, Kassem. Thanks