Dear Teacher
Am I just another creature?
Thriving hard to make a future?
Beyond what can undergo suture
Thoughts have almost my heart rupture
No my dear you are special
With no thought of being partial
Who has got so much potentials
That you’ve displayed from initial?
Why have I not come top in all I do?
Why hasn’t anyone asked to know who?
When I put my potentials all through
Except, sometimes, just you
Bother less on those, my dear
They have all, their own fears
Of a genius who’s so much near
That will with them this glory share
I hope not to forget who I am
For I hope to do great with these arms
To reach wide even to those in farms
Yet not to have a soul by it harm
It’s great to think less of persons
Just do your things in its right season
Without a thought of selfish reason
And their thoughts shall be to them a prison
Copyright © Reuben Enahoro | Year Posted 2012
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