PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sitting in on lessons learnt,

Repeats the pursuit of not getting burnt,

But for all the learning done,

There's nowt' that compares to sweet harmless fun.

But many a' time I have found that,

The lessons I've learnt I needn't have had,

As the merriment and frolic goes to my head,

And before it's time, regretting what's done or been said.



But a lesson and listen be good to behold,

And in quiet review keeps out the cold,

Yet for all perusal of teaching and tact,

Don't count for much unless put into an act,

With practice and checking, and critical choice,

Help place the learning into an inner voice,

And keep me content just ploddin' along,

For 'tis in haste I find myself quicklee undone.



And an essence of my lessons is to learn to relax,

Whether sitting in class or out on the track,

When the sun does come shine and glints in the eye,

And the arm jerks aloft at some passing fly,

With an agile ability like catching a breeze,

Yet culminating in action a little obscene,

Demonstrating a dualistic colour of life,

That without any black how could we know white?



With darkness reflected upon a bright day,

Of a disdainful response to a simple "G'day."

Or the colour of pictures in a blink of the eye,

Mean nothing to someone perpetually blind.

But instead a mystery captures me in my quest,

And asks will I pass the next friggin' test?