Nine years ago I wrote a thousand-word essay
extolling the virtues of formal education,
licked an envelope, and mailed it away.
Do you remember my application?
licked an envelope, and mailed it away.
Do you remember my application?
My essay declared I was going to be a teacher.
I was going to dazzle a thousand students
with the grandeur of British Literature
and the beauty of a diagrammed sentence.
I was going to dazzle a thousand students
with the grandeur of British Literature
and the beauty of a diagrammed sentence.
And you were philanthropic, or maybe drunk on beer.
Whatever the case, kind woman, you gave me money.
Turns out I only taught for one single year,
a year of darkness, failure, and hatred. Isn’t that funny?
Whatever the case, kind woman, you gave me money.
Turns out I only taught for one single year,
a year of darkness, failure, and hatred. Isn’t that funny?
Now I work the morning shift at a blue-collar job.
I manufacture auto parts, and I don’t care much for school.
You used to know me as Robert, but now I go by Bob.
In my spare time, I bake. Those students sure were cruel.
I manufacture auto parts, and I don’t care much for school.
You used to know me as Robert, but now I go by Bob.
In my spare time, I bake. Those students sure were cruel.
So we learn many have cast their bread upon the water,
and do not have it returned to them again.
Instead their bread is thoughtlessly gobbled by an otter
who gives nothing in return, only goes off to swim.
and do not have it returned to them again.
Instead their bread is thoughtlessly gobbled by an otter
who gives nothing in return, only goes off to swim.
1 comment:
Don't worry, one always knows before casting their bread upon water that someone is going to swallow it. Although life doesn't turn out the way want it to, we always have a choice. Good people don't regret their decisions.
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