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To Be The Treasure

Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
For glance, or words, your worth should not depart.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.

The revolution was a loss, you see;
The marriage age has risen on the chart.
Few by the cow when getting milk for free.

Don't end with babes, alone, in poverty;
To wed, your price, the horse before the cart.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.

Many, in haste, give up their purity;
Tasted, grown stale, discarded like a tart.
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.

Build forts, post guards, arm the artillery
With knowledge, NO! , for the seducer's art.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.

You're captain of your ship, your destiny;
Don't ruin your life, when young, and break your heart.
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
O, Lass!
Lass! Be the treasure you were meant to be!

by Dennis Lange

Comments (1)

Many, in haste, give up their purity; Tasted, grown stale, discarded like a tart. Few buy the cow when getting milk for free. you are presenting a reality of life...... chastity, loss of purity, sex. virginity and the sense of worth, and self esteem. thank you for all these points presented in this poem. it makes me think a lot. thankyou again. tony