Not The Fool At School

You are teaching at school,

You use writing as a tool,

Heed my poetic rhymes

With amicable new times.

 

I write and type with a might,

And while you are out of sight

I will express a hearty sad gripe

Of you unwisely taking flight.

 

I was ill cutting myself up,

And I was out of sane luck

When you packed and left

Leaving me feeling bereft.

 

Come back to me and see

Peace and harmony in we –

Experiencing tranquillity

Through our loving ability.

 

I am lonely without you,

I am so feeling quite blue

Without you to duly woo

With a new love to renew.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.