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He’s alone in his thoughts as he sits in class. His mind too full of wonder to focus on the task. “Wake up, says his teacher, you’ve got work to do.” “Science and math and a test or two.” But he never hears a word she says. He is lost deep in the fantasy inside his head. He dreams of a world far away Where he can laugh and play. Where girls and boys Can have all the candy and toys. Where dragons can fly And castles soar into the sky. Where monsters roar And eagles soar. Where there are no rules And never a day of school. That is where his mind is at, All day, in that chair he sat. But teacher don’t despair. For while homework he might not care. That boy who you scold Might be the one who changes the world.

Late Bloomer

The rose which blooms last isn’t the least.
It’s just had more time to prepare,
To sit and to stare.
At the wonder of it all.
Spring, summer, winter, and fall.
And when the right time is past,
It will spring forth at last.
And be the flower
It was meant to be.