�A School Of Thought�

I couldn’t live with myself knowing full well
That I’d left you the same way that I first found you
What is it that makes your soul sink?
Why do you think that I am trying to help?
Is it because I’m paid to or that I really do care?

We could travel round the world and learn anything
We could see every gallery- free ones and expensive entrances
But they will teach you nothing unless there is a future back home
So the things that lay behind your front door will be the first port of call
We’ll speak of important things and then move on…

I can’t change your view of life and all that it throws up at you
But I can be there for the falls and blows
The highs and the lows
We can try to jump from the ground to the skies
But all in your own time…

We are here waiting
So use us completely
As we are here for you
We are your Teachers.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

'the things that lay behind your front door' is the line for me...there is wisdom in this poem and that line seems to be pivotal to me. it is just so true. And teachers really do, or can play a key role in some childrens' lives as some have not very good parents. I'm not judging the parents, but some children do suffer sorely.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Steven,

Very nice. This is a highly introspective poem, while at the same time it is offering advise for dealing with life. A nice combination. Are you a professional counselor is some capacity?

And I suspect that you care about people and don't really do this as a job. Highest respect.

Technically, perhaps the poem could be improved. But what poem can't? I wouldn't even try to suggest changes here. The message is clear and well delivered. You should be the only judge and instrument of change in this piece.

High marks.

Kindest regards,

Rick