Thirst

They sowed the divine seed,

For I was added to the next generation’s need

As I bud to bloom with principles and creed,

My first quenching of thirst was Mother’s breastfeed.

 

I crawl, I stammer, I fall, I hold,

For a lesson to grow none have told

As I start to leap many a fold,

My quenching of thirst was to know how to be bold.

 

I start to go to school,

For knowledge being a necessary tool

As I learn to not become a fool,

My quenching thirst was to jump into the knowledge pool.

 

I begin to make friends,

For not less helping hands they lend

As the petty fights start to mend,

My quenching of thirst was to learn not to depend.

 

I realize the reason for the seed sown,

For the realities of life are often shown

As I digest the truth known,

I find the quenching of thirst will never end to ages grown.