Sonnet Of Proverbs Xii Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

O! do not go nigh her door.
Lest you give to whom is strange
And your years to whom scants all
your own wealths from your range
And toils of yours enrich another man's tent.
At the end of thy life you later groan
When all of your body is spent;
How I hated discipline, you will moan?
How my heart spurned discretion!
Why my teacher I had failed to obey?
And listened to their very correction
Of utter ruin, now I have come to pay,
The cords of sin held me away;
And my great folly led me astray.