LIFE WAS NOT ON THE CURRICULUM

Sometimes I wonder,
What would I be.
If not for the rule,
Of under the thumb.

Early days I was
A chess player, a Pianist.
A trumpeter for music,
I had the ear.

Alas it didn't last,
For as I grew.
I left my music,
In the past.

Never allowed to
let the music in.
Never encouraged,
As though it was a sin.

Natural abilities,
Went out the window.
What was a child supposed to do,
When no-one believes in you.

Now I'm getting older,
Day by day.
I realise what I lost,
Along the way.

I would have loved to tickle the ivories,
Or to pump up the brass.
But not being to bright,
I was treated like a dumbass.

Not being able to read or write,
Set me miles apart. Dyslexia
and dysculcia where unknown,
I was treated as an idiot from the start.

Climbing was another thing,
I had no fears of falling.
I wished to learn many things,
Poetry wasn't on the curriculum.

Being hated and bullying was,
Or so it seemed to be.
There were a few children their,
That were trapped in school like me.

I learnt to read in comics and magazines,
Finding I could speed read from the start.
Spelling was a difficulty to overcome,
Spending most of my early life alone.

When my carol came along,
Having her at my side makes life worthwhile.
We could survive any stormy weather,
I love our time of being alone together.







Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-10-18 at 15:20

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