A poem is a fragile thing... Its intrinsic worth can be crushed By an insensitive reader.

The slow maturation of an invididual's creativity can Be speedily dismissed As irrevelant.

The author anticipates Honest criticism But may receive harsh judgment.

His intellectual energy Can be dissipated, Vitality drained, Beauty veiled, Vision masked, Purpose thwarted...

How cruel to shatter Something formed For all to enjoy!