You Are A Child You Are A Lamb Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are a child of your time,
Blossoms that bloom with tides;
A prose of reason a poem of rime,
Shadows of days and nights,
You are a child of innocent thought,
With battles ahead and fights;
For what you stand for - must be fought,
In contrast of darkness and lights,
A lamb that's to mature and grow,
With freshness of all that's newborn;
Find shelter when destructiveness blows,
Eat amply from life daily fresh corn.
A lamb searching to find its ways,
To be comforted in life or torn;
Of all the marvels be amazed,
And later to be hailed or scorned.
You are a child you are a lamb,
A fragile colorful flower in the sun;
An eminent person or just a tramp,
With years ahead or life near gone…