the Eraser


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

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 08:51
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