Infant tantrum all emotion, little insight does it possess
Pain's response vented in tears no control, patience even less
Young fruit is green, holds hard to the tree, sucking from mother's blood
As it grows it's ripeness shows, juicier than the bud
Soon it loosens matures and is no longer bitter to the taste
From the bough picked this fruit can not be replaced
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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good write my friend, much enjoyed
Thank you Norman for the read and kind words of comment they are most appreciated
The poem describes different stages of life .
Brilliant write .
Thanks so much Priya for the read and comment it is deeply valued
Here we have the stages of a person from infant to maturity. Starting with lack of control and reaching full control.I find the poem enlightening.Excellent
Thank you David for your review and understanding comment it is most appreciated
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