A strayed arrow

A Strayed Arrow

By D. Sangno

Youth be not wasted like an arrow.

Squander it, seldom it comes back.

O sons and daughters of tomorrow,

Frown not, for ‘tis for your sake.

Recall your day-one in kindergarten,

Your parents’ hearts throbbed,

As a fear of being disheartened

Crept on them as you sobbed.

“Become someone bigger,” pa said.

“Make a good name,” ma suggested.

“Do us proud,” together they said.
Thus, in your education they invested.

Now you’re a prisoner of all vices.

Blood toxic with drugs and virus

And chastity lost defying advices.

Breaths smell of spirit malodorous.

Initial delinquencies to pro felonies,

Hurting impudence to arrogance

You contracted from evil cronies.

And furthering with contrivance.

Childhood’s angelic innocence

Is long dead as sins sweep

Those wicked like foul incense.

Parents’ poignant souls weep.

Pa’s dreams shattered to ground,

Ma’s hope battered to pieces,

‘Tis time to make a turn-around.

Confess your sins to all’s whishes.

Blame no one for your failures,

For yourself not toiled hard;

And no one for misdemeanours,

For yourself not learned to regard.

Come on! Pull your socks up

And front life’s trials like a brave.

Future still holds to pick you up!

Go not as looser to your grave.

Let your failures adorn a success,

As enduring ones come by hard way.

Embrace all you get with politesse.

‘Tough yet noble’ must be your way.

With winning becoming a habit,

Progress shall make miseries gone,

You’ll have to perseverate, albeit,

And let your vexation blown.

Let not life tame you like a sheep;

Be the shepherd, tame it instead.

Remember, you’ve promises to keep-

To do your parents proud indeed.