A Conversation in my Head

It may be true that you and I

Are not so different after all

Teachers, students, see eye to eye

Despite our disparities, let words enthrall

Caught amidst the social norms

Drenched in dismay from years of storms 

A student asks inside his head

Is my teacher one to dread?

A timeworn mirror still reflects the same

Image of a man once younger

Yet we rest in different realms, for shame

And deprive eachother of what we hunger

And so I claim in utmost truth

The differences between our youth

And older peers are not so vast

Affinities first, and discrepancies last