Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Illiterate

He picked up a book
Flipping through the pages as he perused
His eyes hitting every word with an unfamiliar stare
The more he tries to understand, the harder it gets like a fat lady going up the stairs
It was this same ABC he was taught as a boy
That every child could relate to and play with like a toy
He has never read through a single a sentence
And every time it gets to him reading in front of the class he gets tensed
Everyone says its as easy as it came
But while others are getting a plus he gets the cane
He is sure he would do better with craft
Probably he would be great at creative art

But if he can't read and write the society wont appreciate
Cause they'll still think him an illiterate

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