The last and youngest child is ever born
Roaring loudly at the hobbling restrictions
Demanded by the baby-missteps of others
Never seriously taken never responsibility given
Through simple fears of not getting anything at all
Are a cub’s demands for the lion’s share fostered
Grown from a gambit of outshining older siblings
Greenly sprouted the keen desire for dusty old books
To contain a plethora of words overwhelming to others
Less hard-headed now yet still straight to the point
Has shown the sharing of knowledge more impressive
Than the big words selfish youths foolishly lord about
Still a desire for the privacy unavailable in youth
Requires attempts by uninformed perceptions to batter
Noisily up against consciously fortified decisions
I like this one as well. It will really speek to younger siblings who have had trouble with such things.
I personally, am the oldest but have a brother and sister who are treated a bit better than me and get more because the play sports.
If find this writing very intriguing and believe that it is more than worthy of official publishing. You have written something that I have rarely seen here in every book of poetry I've ever read and all the poetry I've read here on Elite Skills.
This poem is great and I believe that you should write more like it, though only if you really want to. This kind of thing will reach out and touch a lot of people.
Submission Name: Fortified
