Learning

Don't spend your money carelessly,
Or teach your children how to hate.
Don't leave that spinach on your plate,
Because, across the briny sea,
Poor hungry boys and girls would be
Delighted to appreciate
Your leftovers. It's not too late
To learn the cost of being free.

You'll fall in love and swoon about
The eyes of your intended one,
Blue as the sky, bright as the sun,
And when you shame yourself and shout
Your love will learn to do without
Someone who's done as you have done.