The Eraser
I was intimidated so much when young
That they kept a record of my every wrong
That would be my stain the whole life long
Then I went to school and learned to write
My ABCs using a pencil. Many mistakes I made
Were erased with a rubber and then made right
What about a slip of tongue
Or a slip of mind, not yet in black and white
as a slip at the edge of cliff gets one down
Still a blunder in a public speech or teaching
cows me, as if let one would shame a king
Yet the Great Eraser’d soon obliterate everything