Though Your Beauty Springs Like Roses
Though your beauty springs like roses,
by David Olusanya
it will soon, like smoke do fade.
When all your manners and luxurious poses,
are denied all attention paid.
A woman is a burning candle
that gives its light and shed its strength;
Just like a canoe without a paddle,
she'll wreck with all her wealth.
Give your heart, while it's tender
before time abducts you without ransom.
Quit your plots to be pretender,
for time is too old to be handsome.
Oh! Hold your caution, for its poison
to a man that fell indeed.
Else your body sues you for treason,
when it burns for a major need.
David O. Olusanya