Fatuma

In a bustling town where stories flow,

There lived a lady named Fatuma, you know.

With wisdom beyond her years, she'd say,

"Sharing too much can lead astray."

Her words were gentle, yet firmly spoken,

In a world where secrets are easily broken.

For Fatuma believed in a cautious stride,

In what one reveals, and what to hide.

She'd sit by the fire, with a thoughtful air,

Listening to tales from here and there.

But when it came to her own heart's core,

She'd keep it guarded, forevermore.

"People may listen, but not always hear,

And what's whispered today, may cause a tear.

For words once spoken can't be undone,

So choose them wisely, one by one."

Her wisdom echoed through the lanes,

As others pondered, and took the reins.

For Fatuma's lesson, clear as day,

Was that sharing too much can lead astray.

In a world of chatter, where noise abounds,

Fatuma's silence spoke profound.

For in her quietude, there lay a truth,

That some things are best kept close, uncouth.

So let us heed the words she imparts,

And guard our treasures, our tender hearts.

For in the balance of give and take,

Fatuma's wisdom, a lesson to make.