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