Loves a fruit that requires preserving
if stored, in an equable larder
that isn't hot-tempered isn't fluctuating
hot then cold - might even keep its ardour
spring meandering into another lifetime
especially if not bruised mishandled
if it's cared for - can see out wintertime
enchanted, sweetened, heart gladdened.
But those that are badly handled just-won't-last
and sadly, they will perish as soon as not.
Leaving all your hopes and plans dashed
and that preserved loved fruit will rot
somewhere cankers will set-in take hold
and all you've cherished shall take on mould.
Wonderful write..Loved the metaphor used, well written if handled badly it will rot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive writing Mark 10 out of 10 THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
Thank you, Mario, it is very much appreciated.