Beware Child Poem by Patrick Utitufon

Beware Child
That you fall not amid thorns
Like most Knaves do
I can see through your eyes
Your dreams are clear and colourful
Your goals sure, and the future
Pregnant with pricks and expectations for you
On your forehead, I perceive
the ointment of success
Gaze skywards above the eagles
Soaring heavenwards
But
Beware Child
Lest, you fall amid foul friends
Like most knaves do
So the strains of your lyre may not be
Exchanged for war songs
That you sun may not set at dawn.