Xxiv Poem by Pen Anthony

Behold a poet turned twenty four
He will proceed to write twenty four things
That he's learned from life.

Music is massage for the soul
Dancing is good for the body
You might not dance to the beat
It's forgivable
Go on sway your body however

No one is an island
We will always need friends
Picking a friend is hard
So go on make as many as possible
The true ones will soon reveal

Love is relative
Let no one paint love for you
Go on take your brush
Love in your own special way
Love hurts but when it doesn't it's heaven

Money is king on earth
It is easier spent than earned
It is even harder saved
But a saving habit is commendable
If you can, pay your rent in time

Finally, play with children
Smile to children
Be kind to children
They'll forget a stranger
But not the kindness of a stranger