When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love i...
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"No grades at stake gentlemen. Just take a stroll." Charlie and I stood watching the boys do the exercise Keating had us doing.
"There it is." Keating said to Cameron, Pitts and Knox, who were marching in a circle.
"I don't know but I've been told." Keating said.
"I don't know but I've been told." The boys copied.
"Doing poetry is cold."
"Doing poetry is cold."
"Left. Left. Left right left. Left. Left. Left right left." Keating chanted.
"Left. Halt!" He yelled as the 3 boys stopped.
"Thank you gentlemen." Keating said as I twirled my pencil around my fingers.
"If you noticed everyone started off with their own stride their own pace. Mr Pitts taking his time. He knew he'll get there one day." Neil smiled at me.
"Mr Cameron. You could see him thinking "Is this right? It might be right. It might be right. I know that-- Maybe not. I don't know." I hid a laugh.
"Mr Overstreet driven by a deeper force. Yes. We know that. All right. Now I didn't bring them up here to ridicule them. I brought them up here to illustrate the point of conformity." Keating said.
"The difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others. Now I see the look in your eyes like "I would have walked differently"." Charlie kicked my ankle.
"Well ask yourselves why you were clapping. Now we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique your own. Even though others may think them odd or unpopular. Even though the herd may go, that's ba- a- a- a- ad." We all laughed.
"Robert Frost said "Two roads diverged in the wood and I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference"." Keating said.
"I want you to find your own walk right now your own way of striding pacing any direction. Anything you want whether it's proud whether it's silly anything. Gentlemen the courtyard is yours." Keating told them.
