Advice To A Daughter Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

I married a wife of late,
The more's my joyful fate;
I married her for love as my fancy did me move,
And not for a worldly estate as others have.

But oh! The birthing sickness
Soon changed her likeness,
And all her beauty did fail.
Work bent her back and she became stout not frail.

So hasten daughter and young swain,
Begin songs together and sing refrain.
Enjoy youth and pleasures best,
Avoid pursuits of other's quest.

For those that on imagination go
To island kingdoms, knights bestow,
A fools mission, now it's clear,
Life is cruel to those most dear.

Sancho Panza remembered his own lost youth and the finding of true love.

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