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.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A long time ago.
- Category: Reflection
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