Favoring A Mentor
By Abilene
All the frustration on your face when it was smiling The wrinkle in your brow as you laughed Your shoulders drooped while you shrugged, When you taught, when you pointed with your stick To the issues on the slab I think now, that I love you You show me the door through uncertainty But I feel horrible for your stick I feel for your world and slab And the manner you maim us with As I give you all my attention You scorn the back row ingrates The type you took me for Until I gave you an "A" And you gave me an ounce of fruition Written March 25th, 2003 © on Nov 27 2001 02:17 AM PST 0 • 8
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"All the frustration on your face when it was smiling..."