High School

...an observation during my stint in public school

 

Our Students are now like Withered Old Men,
self-motivation mislaid years ago.
They have forgotten ever possessing
the pulsating desire to be their best,
the compelling drive for excellence,
the never-quenched thirst for knowledge,
the inner flame fed by goals and dreams.
Their self-crippled minds are becoming gangrenous;
The Id bleeds out of an Ego unchecked,
oozing silliness and attitude and anger.
Their notion of entitlement inflates
to fill the void where once integrity grew.
Like teacher-apples left too long on the limb,
their future rots away; our future rots away
with every withered old man
we allow to roam our halls.

Reviews

[lori c]

yes, there are some droplings in public school, but are they the majority i wonder ? is it because of the education system or is it on a more fundamental level == like home ? this poem brings a lot of wonderings to mind, and that is a very good thing when writings make us pause and question the status quo and/or our own interpretations of the world we see but never notice.

[Penny Ellen]

Haha. I've been one of those! It takes someone (or something) special to bring students to light, now. Inspiration, maybe. Education is so "normal" it's just kind of taken for granted.

[The Autumn Faerie]

Public school is such a waste.
(No, I'm not snubbing it, I went there, too..)
It just doesn't work...

This is a pretty good poem, though it kind of feels like it's missing something...
I don't know what...