My poet has a first name
My poet has a second name
My mother is an alien.
This is true,
However what does this make me do,
Who am I, What will I be?
Have you ever thought,
Maybe I just ought,
To have sought,
Just some other type of thought.
As the flu flies
What foolish things can we do
To stop people from getting the flu?
Around and around we go,
And where we stop only heaven knows.
The problem with this Is that is quite so,
Does size really matter,
This is so true,
Some people like them 6 inches long,
Other's like them 12 incles long,
I never saw myself getting this old,
When I was young, this was something we weren't ever told.
I look in disgust every time I must,
Everyday I look at you,
What I see has changed over the years,
But what I see is you not me.
I haven't changed,
Learning, Education, and School
Many years ago, education was much simpler, or so it seemed!
I look at him.
I look at him everyday.
Never did he look at me,
Never did he look my way,