I was a teacher once.
My students seemed
like glittering
fantastical birds.
The girls flew and flashed
in their keen new beauty,
the boys perched sullenly
and stiff as boys seem
always wont to do.
I was a teacher observing
the flittering
ephemera of youth,
that one thing
we all remember
always
though it only
stays a little
before it is driven
by worry and the world
into memory
and flies away
into forever.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
I was a teacher once.
My students seemed
like glittering
fantastical birds.
The girls flew and flashed
in their keen new beauty,
the boys perched sullenly
and stiff as boys seem
always wont to do.
I was a teacher observing
the flittering
ephemera of youth,
that one thing
we all remember
always
though it only
stays a little
before it is driven
by worry and the world
into memory
and flies away
into forever.
