READING
You, who thought life had no meaning:
when did you learn that it was simply
spoken in a foreign language?
The lessons have their cost. Each teacher
must be paid, a penny a word,
a dime for each vine-ripened phrase
They pick for you. And then you may
open your book, reading from
the empty pages. Reading psalms
that bring the students to your feet.
Stephen Brooke ©2005
adventures in dysthymia
Friday, August 12, 2005
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