My Daughter Poem by Joseph Cimanuka

My Daughter

My daughter, use your brain to be wise;
Men give with one hand while the other stretches out,
Waiting for a reward before their hearts find rest.
And after their reward, they run dawn to dusk
Until their free gift returns back to their hands.
Keep in your mind the French tale of the Crow and the Fox.

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This poem is about a daughter and a parent
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