Hindered by mountain walls, my strides
redirect
Into the room of love, where it mourns
Does having a father come at a cost?
Is respecting a teacher a loss?
Does spoiling the rod bring harm?
No father loves a child to stray
A tree's future is shaped by its pruning
A child who obeys a father brings joy to
their fortune
Never lean on an acid-painted wall
No scorpion is trusted when grasped by the
head
Fathers shape their legacy, not bought by
children
As night falls, gaze up at the starry sky
Mark the brightest star that is your
destiny guide
Guided by your father, you find your way
Type: Didactic or Wisdom Poem
Style: Free Verse
Ref: Proverbs 13:24
Poet: Ayella John Bosco, Writer/Critic/Teacher
This poem is meant for your children to take responsibility for their actions and develop self-discipline.
