What is done to plant to seed,
Takes invested interest not to leave...
To grow with an expectation,
If left alone...
A crop to harvest will be shown,
To have flourished without nourishment.
Or expressed encouragement,
Known of it heard nor it seen.
Nothing thrives without love given it,
To survive and stay alive.
And expectations without interest to invest,
Is a worthless waste of time...
Protesting disappointments.
And what from others some should get,
To believe they are owed...
For their investment of negligence.
With that to produced as their only interest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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