Poem -
working with kindergarten teenagers
curbing enthusiams of youth
is not my forte,
its all relative
my cat killed the curiosity
along with
the farmers wife, who
cut off the tales ..with a carving knife
whilst popping HRT
if you're lost in all my 'old hat'
I'm lost in your childish blah
it's work not school..you can't
chose who's who..who's in..
it's hobson's choice love
so if you're late..I will 'deal with it'
miserably
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Queen Lear rages at the storm...buffeted by the winds of youthful change.
Pauline, you are a monarch more rained upon than reigning; calling down the wrath of the ancient gods. But the whippersnappers are too busy with their iPads to even notice!!
Great poem...
J;)
i find it hard..I should be more tolerant..I AM outwardly tolerant but rage inside..not all youngster are so hard to work with..those that spend time with their parents and grand parents are better..they're so touchy and erratic, not like me at all.