Who will teach?

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Who will teach?

Who will teach ?

By Robert F. Barber

 

A child is born into the world

Young impressionable.. it takes it’s first steps

It walks toward you, but you do not notice

Busy with life

It walks toward another and is bumped into stepping

backward and falls

The child was not noticed

A child is in the world

Young, impressionable

It walks toward a social gathering of adults

Asks a question.. is told children should be seen not heard

And is bumped and pushed as it passes through adult

activities

No one notices the child and it’s feelings

A child is now of the world

Young , adolescence impressionable

It walks toward you and you are robbed

It walks to another and bumps them into a wall

And they fall

The child, engulfed with anger, did not notice

A child in now a man of the world

A child just born into the world

takes it’s first step toward him

Young and impressionable child

The man did not notice

busy with life

The child walks toward another

And is bumped into stepping backward

And falls

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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