Free Nuggets Poem by John Sensele

Hold your peace, my son
Haste and jest enjoy in moderation
Lest you should blot out the sun
From your den for lack of consideration.

Hold your fire, my daughter
Before you harm yourself more than your butt
Of outbursts and tantrums that shunt aside laughter
Which for free never conjures a glut.

Hold on to lofty values
For you lose nothing through wisdom
Which in good dose grants you critical clues
To how best to form character and to conform.

Hold on to bridges
That you navigate in times of trouble
But if ridges and fridges
Transmuted into your sun, expect double rabble.