Mourning what wasn't
Sitting on my couch asking
What was and what is

Money is nice, but

it doesn't write the poems;
they don't write themselves.

As long as there's play

for me to find in G-d's Word,
my soul will be heard.

I am awake and 

that's the interesting part,
I think, in a dream.

I love when I find
poems of mine that I like
but forgot I wrote.

Students are humans
not a different class
and it behooves us
to keep this in mind
when we're tempted
to put them in a stable
and teach them as if we
were Old McDonald and
they can only make the sounds
we assign them.

All these EXCUSE MEs
pushing me out of their way
on the Uptown A

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I watch you watch me
not realizing that you
are watching me watch