Only teachers and moms
have trouble with this,
said the waitress.
Everyone else
throws money on the table
until someone says,
Enough.
But in us some force
rises to battle chaos
to whittle the world
into percentages
until it turns out
Fair for everyone.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
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Being both a mom and a teacher, I found myself saying, “Yes!” at the end of the poem. Conclusion? Maybe only mothers and teachers should rule this insane world. We’d make everyone equal. Well, nice thought at least. Cheers. 🙂
It IS a nice thought!