I have flunked that good, after life

Leaving desk, chalk, and youth sublime

Eight years and a clarion light

Continues to call me to dine


With character filled texts and chairs

I return to a chalkless life

Anxious, faded elegance dares

To drag my dreams to “that good night”


Dreams die hard desire remains

I answer the call to return

Restoring dream’s dust to grain

Desires continue to burn


Teaching is now a brand new flight

Where time and love is now outsourced

Knowledge now comes in bits and bytes

Pass, fail with a little remorse


Virtual reality reigns

As 21st Century fun

As if being “real” needs explain

Over needs for real wisdom


So I am back to spread my grains

Of wisdom and where I found

Meanings to life ‘long side the brain

Which the “Road less traveled” is bound





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