THE RISE OF A POET

UNDER THE SHADE

You sat with me under the shade of the trees,

Reading out the words that made no sense,

Not once did you lose faith,

Or let me be,

The slow and steady learner,

The butt of all the jokes,

Duffer! Failure! And more...

The trees are laughing

Under the tree of flatter

Write these all in the hearts

Under the shade

With arms stuck around your neck

Hope is regained

Reminiscing all the core values

The children gather around to hear what they've never heard

Reading out the words as a stammerer

P-e-oo-ple of o-k-roo mouths

Seal these in your elastic eardrum

The butt of all jokes

Sat in the body of old broke

Ones funny enough

Don't lose faith

You are bound to hear more

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