A TEACHER’S FEELINGS


Dream birds are plenteous,
On the twigs of kid 's mind.
Don't hurl stones ferocious,
To flee them, wailing loud.

If you are born in a palace,
You are a prince, dear,
Blossoms may bloom to kiss
Gentle feet ever.

You've come from a cottage;
Crowned with poverty.
Fate risen as a foe to challenge,
With weapons, mighty.

Even the love of mum and dad,
Has gone with the wind.
You are welcome here, dear child,
With a circle of friends around.

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A teacher's feelings about a child.