I wish I could be like the leaves And simply blow away, For then I wouldn’t have to go To school again today. The teacher always yells at me, And says I do things wrong — I think I’ve got a complex, or I will have, before long. I wish it was still summer, so … Continue reading "Old Poem, Age 8"
She said she had a headache From all that she’d to do; She lingered there, reviewing Until 5:42 She had a double-major In psych and poli-sci — If asked now for her reasons, She couldn’t tell you why Except she knows it’s crazy, And ought to be unlawful, At least, she thinks it is: Just … Continue reading "Double Major"
Show the world what you’ve been feeling, There are walls, but there’s no ceiling, Hopes and fears with which your dealing, Turn them into something more — There is nothing small about you, Show those who ignore or doubt you All that is within, without you Though you may be rich, or poor — You … Continue reading "Art Class"
Teachers Teach the truth as you see it Be careful of your facts But also Give your real opinions Carefully identifying them as such Share your real passions Be your real self Pass the spark on As it was passed to you Teachers Go now And make a better world possible Oh, and one other … Continue reading "Teachers"
Years ago a troubled boy Sat upon this chair At the time, he didn’t know Just why he was there And the very walls, it seemed Made a kind of jail Sent to this imposing place Seemingly, to fail It intimidates no more In this later year Broken now the old chair sits Bent by … Continue reading "The Broken Chair"
Teaching early teens, especially.
A predictable cycle.