Seeds
From baby shoes, To young adults.
How fast they seem to grow.
Their first romance. The senior dance.
Then, Off on their own they go.
And we are left with memories.
Like lessons, We hope to be true.
The morals we taught. The manners we thought,
Would never sink in or get through.
Yes. The seed is planted to continue on.
But, what will the end result be?
A new generation, That thinks like the past.
Or one that is different and unique.
Let's us hope that they are different.
These seeds, We have so lovingly fed.
For they are our hopes, our dreams and wants.
For a better world ahead.
by Patrick G. Ivey
1982
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem