Seeds Poem by Patrick Ivey

Seeds



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

Sunday, June 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: graduation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to those who have Children Graduating this year. Time just passes so quickly. If I remember right it was just a couple years after the International Year of the Child 1979. I wrote a poem in 1979 called Cry for the Children. But this one is more for this time of the year. I hope you enjoy.
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