It's Hard To Grow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!

It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.

But they've been stopped...
Hitting bottom from the top.
Dropped and blocked.

Little do they know,
Each season has an ending...
Swoosh
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
Oh Lawd it's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to clossssuup.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.

Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!

It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
These doors will not be opened again!