Great Losses

A New View


My autobiography as read should 

absolutely  share this title for all

the teachers who failed me and my 
brain. For all the hours spent as

audience, as pupil.


My tombstone may be chipped

with my expectations ignored or 

sidestepped courteously.  I had great

dreams for you, but some of you died.

Some, impossibly, forgot my name.


Before I go, I want you to understand 

that while I breathed, I wished you 
nothing but the best and expected 
from you no less.







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