Haste Not Child

Haste not child, I could guide you, so
No more poor choices, regret or woe

There goes a rosy, endearing girl
With winsome smile, lustrous curl
But, they mock her, for she doesn’t care
So she cakes her face and chops her hair

The girl is not rosy, she doesn’t smile
For she chose to care and heed the guile
Haste not child, I could guide you, so
No more poor choices, regret or woe

A young man, foolish and free
Alas, could have not fathom, see
That, mere words can hurt and wind
Up a sane little boy, out of his mind

The young man, a prankster, a bully
His past now haunts him, he is sorry
Haste not child, I could guide you, so
No more poor choices, regret or woe

This woman’s man, works at bay
She sits and pours through the day
Drinks one, the next and the one after
Till she drowns in tears and laughter

Day by day, the woman drank some more
By night, benumbed, she lay on the floor
Haste not child, I could guide you, so
No more poor choices, regret or woe

A regular boy is playing with his friend
And some friendships are bound to end
Rage and fear had their silly will
A stick to play, now a stick to kill

The boy, that bears the weapon still
Cries and cries with shrieking chill
Haste not child, I could guide you, so
No more poor choices, regret or woe

The guilty bully works at bay
His guilty wife drinks all day
Their guilty daughter become so vain
Her guilty brother has crimson stain

Haste not children, for I too have hastened, so
Hoped to save you, but you have chosen woe.