My first sorta poem:
Poor young one,
Born unto a new world,
Unaware of its new look
Of it's new sound
Of it's new liking
Of it's new ways
Of it's new rules
Ever so, the young child grows as it was predestined to do so
It grows slowly
Adapting
Learning
Experiencing
Loving
Caring
Changing,changing the world to a new way.
Bringing a whole new problem
A whole new world
A whole new way of life
A whole new chance.