Each1Teach1's blog: "Some poetry"

like a boy on the brink of puberty conversing with his voluptuous teacher, my eyes are up here son. when someone points to the brilliance of the moon with an out streached finger, and your so fascinated with the finger, you miss the brilliance of the moon. one is in an ardous search for thier eye glasses never bothering to check atop thier brow. when your marriage is falling appart, but your more concerned with it conflicting with your extramarital affairs. when you avoid spending time with your children, because it's to time consuming. when there's plenty of time to bitch about the abundancy of problems, but not a second to spare for the audition of potential solutions. when you would talk to your children more if they where better listeners. when you would listen to people more if they wouldnt talk so childishly. when people would be better listeners if they werent busy talking with thier children? the children are better listeners than the adults that ramble off at them. from the craddle unto the coffin , sin.