Getting A Few Fingers Burned

I would be surprised if I had been told,
A mental growing process done by one...
Was accomplished with the aid of a group of people.

Too many opinions can dilute something in the mind,
One hopes will stick.
With a comprehension to understand with it.

And too many cooks in one kitchen,
Can not a homemade meal deliciously fix.
Some may advise this or that.
When nothing recommended actually suits one's taste.

Especially when the heating of an oven,
Becomes a complicated mix of suggestions.
And a debate begins,
That eventually ends one's interest.

A mental growing process done by one...
Is to discover the sensation,
Of getting a few fingers burned.
Lessons will be learned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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