Morals
revere the tree that bore you as a fruit,
respect the one that fed you from its root!
poison not river that waters your field,
or burn the crops after you reap its yield,
respect for your parents is moral code,
when they are old do not shed them as load!
remember their love, agonies they bore,
your being is made from their inner core!
Written 5/Jan/2021
Mark Koplin sponsored
Morality poetry contest
8 lines with aa,bb,cc,dd rhyme!
10 syllables each line
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