Remember the lady with the ABCs
She strung words together so eloquently
The balding man with the 123s
Calculus and Trigonometry with the greatest of ease
The spectacled woman narrating history
Collapsing decades in the time of a sneeze
Each a masterful teacher well trained in their art
Equipped us with skills to get a head start
But that knowledge is minor in the school of life
When no one is trained to give lessons in strife
Unconditional love for a cold-hearted lover
Forgiveness for one that runs off with another
Humility for those that will never be wrong
Inner-peace for those that fight to stay strong
Confidence for those that strip your self worth
Flexibility for stubbornness bound to the earth
Patience for those that can’t take it slow
Freedom for those that refuse to let go
Understanding for those that can’t help but lie
Gratitude for lessons in each tear you cry
With lessons so hard the rewards are far sweeter
When a student that learns is more wise than the teacher
School of Life
November 26, 2007Remember the lady with the ABCs
She strung words together so eloquently
The balding man with the 123s
Calculus and Trigonometry with the greatest of ease
The spectacled woman narrating history
Collapsing decades in the time of a sneeze
Each a masterful teacher well trained in their art
Equipped us with skills to get a head start
But that knowledge is minor in the school of life
When no one is trained to give lessons in strife
Unconditional love for a cold-hearted lover
Forgiveness for one that runs off with another
Humility for those that will never be wrong
Inner-peace for those that fight to stay strong
Confidence for those that strip your self worth
Flexibility for stubbornness bound to the earth
Patience for those that can’t take it slow
Freedom for those that refuse to let go
Understanding for those that can’t help but lie
Gratitude for lessons in each tear you cry
With lessons so hard the rewards are far sweeter
When a student that learns is more wise than the teacher
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