the purest disappoinment i have ever seen
in your tired eyes
trying to convince me to do my math homework
making fun of you
during recess
what made a 7th grade boy
think he was smarter
than someone who had spent her life teaching
looking back I see how hard you tried to help me
all the doors along the corridor of years locked
a key you offered rejected
perhaps that is the folly of youth
expressed mathematically
we must grow older
to see what has been lost.