To Learn To Grow
Oh! How you must know!
An ode to you, my teacher;
My, do I bask in your glow!
Oh! How you must know;
The hours I spend trying;
But as you well know,
I'm far too slow.
But what is to know?
If you will not let me grow?
The letter you’ve stuck to my name;
How does this let me know?
I cannot grow?
So please know, my teacher,
You’ve become a distant foe.
I beg you know,
You must let me grow.
And please,
Not too slow.
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