Two Teachers

by

Hardy Parkerson

I wrote some verses just for fun;
My teacher read them, I was glad;
She told me where I had gone wrong,
And I was sad.

I wrote more verses just for her;
I hoped she'd take another look
At what I'd done when I was home
And I had put away my book.

"I haven't time to read your poems!"
She snapped; "I'm busy can't you see!
I've other things I'd rather do
Than read your poetry!"

How cruel my teacher was back then
To say such hateful thing to me;
When I was just a lad of ten,
And she treated me so cruelly!

But as I grew, advanced in school,
My high school teacher said to me,
"Your poems are cool, you're no one's fool!
Son, keep writing that poetry!"

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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