the seeds we sow

the seeds we sow never grow to bear fruit.
the seeds we sow never live past the frigid winter.
the seeds we sow never resist the locust of time, the pestilence of hatred, the disease of -isms, or the blight of animosity.
the seeds we sow never want, but never give.
the seeds we sow are never enough, and for everything else, there's the seeds of others.

a tribute to the lost dreams of an innocent child, and a criticism of the blatant disregard of an adult's folly.