Suggests governor, guardian, renewal “I am not a teacher but an awakener” Robert Frost
When Andrew’s at the karaoke,
eyes are drawn to a young star
that only wise men follow;
microphone and punching arms,
exuberant little fellow.
We look and look – he burns a hole
in boredom - can we learn
beyond our resignation, beer,
to tread the boards and burn?
Master
When a kid with Down’s Syndrome lumbers along
in a coat of clumsy, squinting to find
a level parade, treading mostly alone;
what do you make of this jack-of-no-trade?
Revulsion, compassion, empathy, fear,
anger or sadness because strangeness is near
- what do you reckon, or, what do you feel?
‘owbout respect for a teacher over there,
a mirror of openness, simpleness, now
enjoying a journey with others and me
as a master of dancing, exuberance,
and with a strange little question ‘What’s the real deal?’
like, your last day on earth, well, what will you choose
- one million dollars, a hug, celebration,
or smile?
Great poem John
ReplyDeleteThis is special John, and well done.
ReplyDeleteI will choose a hug, because, to me, a hug is a million dollars, a celebration and a smile all wrapped in one sweet moment.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem,John.
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