TELL THE BOY CHILD
Tell the boy child
that giving in to emotions is not weakness
but that when emotion rules reason
it is weakness
Tell the boy child
that selfishness is rooted when one is grossly
birthed in subjectivity
and that too much popularity is hatred
The the boy child
that books and good relations make a man future
not girlfriends and undue wealth
tell him that money is a voice
but excess money kills character
Tell the boy child
that when a girl loves
she does so with all her heart
but tell him also that love has its prime
Tell the boy child that being mysterious
brings respect
but that it kills trust and confidence
and that being honest brings great minds
but steer away shadowless sycophant crowds
Tell the boy child
that raising a hand on a girl is a sign of weakness
and that the best way to beat a girl is silence
but he should never toil with a girls emotions
Tell the boy child
that too much honour brings conceit
and too wealth brings pride
teach him that character is a stranger
steered by the compass of our conscience
Tell the boy child
that violence is never a solution to a problem
but true minds embrace love offered on the platter of intelligent reasoning
Tell the boy child
that education has two phases
It either brings out the virtues in you
or the beast in a man
but each is determine by conscience and acceptance
Tell the boy child
that to love is to live
and that happenstance appear more promising
when in reality it is a mirage
Tell the boy child
that when parents become empty nester
their kids are a welcome relief to the cold companion of loneliness
Tell the boy child
that changing a man is changing himself
and that words kill more than the sword
bury your tongue in silence
and never fail to be resilient in virtuous acts
Tell the boy child
that virginity is not a commodity only sold out
by the fair sex
that boys, too, can be virgins
Tell the boy child that writing
is a painting of the voice
and that the eyes appreciate arts
tell him he should never fail to give the ink his voice
for many a time, the lips embrace cowardice
Agreed, boys can be virgins too. Thanks for sharing. I'm Oatmeal. I like to write, draw, sing, dance, film, design. I enjoy reading your poem here.
Wise advice in your poem. NOTE: The writing needs another pass at editing.