The Back Of The Class

When young, I was small for my age;
a target for a bullying terrorist;
I sought to hide; rather than engage;
for a fear of becoming embarrassed.

Insecurity was hidden within my being;
I wanted to fit in with the crowd;
preferring, not to be heard or seen;
or compelled to talk out loud.

I would always seek a seat in the back;
hoping to be, completely ignored;
anticipating a bullying verbal attack,
was what I most deplored.

I learned words were the same size for all;
and chose them as my weapons of choice;
for, whether you be short, or be tall;
the right words, can provide you a voice.

Our physical stature, in life, isn’t relevant;
for only in the mind, is wisdom found;
one may be, physically, the size of an elephant;
still, when I walk, my feet touch the ground.

Now that I’m old, and living on my own;
with no one who is close, in proximity;
I return to the back of the class, my home;
and my soul seeks to live in anonymity.

The Master is teacher, and time has passed;
for the weak, He has a great thirst;
the Lord has declared, the first shall be last;
and the meek and the mild, be first.

Monty 12/23/21. # 884