Musings of a little boy..

via Daily Prompt: Tremble

With a quiver in the voice,

And a tremble in the hand,

The child held the report card.

Head hung low,

Fearing a blow,

Of the punishments to follow.

Knowing Mom would be upset,

For his memories with numbers could not be kept,

Where three plus three is six,

And three times three is nine,

It just confuses the little brain of mine.

Science, English all alike,

The little boy did not like,

He wanted to enjoy and play,

With all the toys and the clay.

But, toys were replaced with books,

Playgrounds were replaced with class rooms,

Where football and basketball had no room.

I thought, at least I might be able to play in the evenings,

But teachers dumped us with homework,

And gave a deadline to complete the work.

Evening play was now impossible,

Life became like a game of scrabble,

Ups and downs, connecting the numbers and words,

My report cards always need to have a high score.

 

Let me enjoy my childhood, Mom

Let me laugh and let me sway,

The world is a beautiful place to stay,

Don’t ask me to skip my play,

I don’t know if I’ll be a Newton or Einstein

But, for sure, I’ll be a good Samaritan.

 

 

 

 

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