Development Poem by soren Barrett
Development
Infant tantrum all emotion, little insight does it possess
Pain's response vented in tears no control, patience even less
Young fruit is green, holds hard to the tree, sucking from mother's blood
As it grows it's ripeness shows, juicier than the bud
Soon it loosens matures and is no longer bitter to the taste
From the bough picked this fruit can not be replaced
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/19/2026 12:57:42 PM # 1.0.0
