Key Stage 2 Poet - Poem by Della Perry
Its truth glares from the mirror
Hanging crippled on the wall
I'm not a 'Blake, Eliot or Plath'
Not educated enough to follow that winding path
I'm just a Key Stage 2 Poet.
My silly jottings mean so much to eleven year old philosophers
But not a lot to the more mature generation
Who tend to roll their eyes of disapproval.
Never mind, thought my heart be down-trodden by its failure
It is also uplifted by fragile, wide-eyed, proud children
Who think that I am a thinker too.
A dreamer like them.
My new dream is not to be a famous poet
But to inspire a younger generation
Who will be 'Blake's, Eliot's and Plath's with influence and encouragement.
My ambition is for them to succeed where I could not
To show them the opportunity is there if they want it.
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