I used to copy from him, he was in my class,
I think he knew and always did,
Though he would not hide his work, not as such,
from the unteachable and ignorant kid.

He was patient with questions, to a point,
less our answers be exact,
whether history science or even math’s,
short of fingers to add or subtract.

But we did not hang together, merely nod,
our relationship was professional, a colleague of a fool,
some are meant for more and understand how to learn,
within vague concepts such as school.

I used to copy from him, but not today,
for this environment is solely mine,
he would be just ahead all the way, or just behind,
as we quietly walked to the dole to sign.

We did not reminisce of our happiest days,
we did not speak at all. as friendship anew,
We are ghost to each other, born of churned out brother,
we are the class of 82.