Still Clumsy After all these Years

WAY BACK WEDNESDAY

WARNING!  EMBARRASSING CHILDHOOD MOMENT AHEAD!

Okay, I was talking about 6th grade yesterday, and it brought back a funny memory.  I just have to post my award-winning poem from 6th grade.  Even at that tender age, I realized (but perhaps a little too belatedly) that the subject matter was embarrassing.  Still I couldn’t resist entering the poem in the city-wide contest, and it did nab me third place.

Young  Love

 Butterflies in your stomach

Clumsiness day after day,

All are signs you are growing

In a very special way.

The growth is not of height or width

Nor of weight or mind,

It is a growth of care and love

For one of the opposite kind.

 The only problem is, I’m still clumsy.  I don’t think “Young Love” had anything to do with that, in my case.

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