Walk Out Of It

When you sell your body like a prostitute, who gains?
You are harming your body with many diseases;
Get out of this business as soon as possible,
Because the heaven's precious beauty vanishes in you.
To err is human but,
To learn is very precious to your soul.
Having three kids without a husband doesn't mean that,
You are older than 'Methuselah';
Because age doesn't matter when it comes to wisdom.
Why boast of the children gained from prostitution?
Come out of this act before it is too late.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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