‘ Infant Lessons Revolve… ’
Was I Taught How To Fall
Was I Taught How To Crawl
Or Taught To Climb Walls
Or Chase Bright, Rolling Balls
Things, I Recall, That Revolve
Around Instinct and Infants, So Small
Now, We Stand Adult Tall
Walking Among Equals
We Feel Almost Regal
Being Taught How To Call
On HIM … Over All …
Even Instinct and Infants, So Small
Written & ©: 2/7/10
By: The MoonBee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem