No one... <br />Given life to breathe, <br />Is born with a cold heart. <br />Beating with a rhythm, <br />That is ready to freeze. <br /> <br />No one... <br />Should be expected, <br />To show warmth and love. <br />If none has been surrounding one... <br />Being expressed. <br />Or shown to one how that's addressed. <br /> <br />No child learning to crawl, walk and talk. <br />Grows into an adult... <br />Prepared with maturity. <br />Or an accountability. <br />If no examples of that were ever there! <br />How is one expected to become aware? <br /> <br />Too much is expected. <br />From those who have been neglected. <br />And too much for too long goes undenied... <br />By one feeling insecure and desperate inside. <br />With no one to confide in... <br />From a shattering that goes on alone. <br />And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-much-is-expected/
