Inspire the Young
We fostered a child,
form a home of broken love,
I tried to teach,
honesty, loyalty, integrity,
yet lessons fell on silent ears,
"why do you steal" I asked
"because it's fun
it's like playing cops and robbers
if you get caught
it's just the risk
do the crime
do the time
your life is to boring" he said
guess that was the truth,
my life, my dreams, did not interest him,
to change a child,
you need to inspire him,
to change a man,
you need to gather his respect,
my life was to quite,
to calm, to inspire him,
perhaps abseiling,
hand gliding,
sports,
all might have gained his respect,
without respect the battle is lost,
the child fails to learn,
many years have past,
under the rivers of time,
perhaps some of what I taught remains,
that I will never know,
yet from each lesson we learn,
perhaps others can learn,
from my mistake's.
I don't pretend to be perfect,
some people are far more,
intelligent than me,
my spelling is far from perfect,
but to succeed in life,
we need a plan,
a plan that cares about people,
a plan built to help people,
succeed.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015
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