Poetry Corner

[wynne]

Another offering of my own creation:

The new curriculum

I have become more childish
In my dotage.
There wasn't time for it
When i was young.
They were stressful
Those early years.
Endless rounds of dinner parties
The physical violence and work commitments
And those exams
That wouldn't pass themselves.
And now, when i begin to stress
I only have to remind myself
There is no written paper for
The things i have learnt of late
And no one there to tell me
What to do.
There's a new curriculum which
Awards the highest marks for
Not knowing the answer
And being at ease with that.