very-well-folded
piece of paper
by a student.
I couldn't open it
because I had my classes.
Later,
when I was cleaning out
when I was cleaning out
my pockets
of the day's mementos
There it was,
in my back pocket,
waiting for me.
A Poem-ish
A Poem in My Pocket
based on
one of the writing prompts
from
World Read Aloud Day.
Check it out
(The poem is typed out below.)
(The poem is typed out below.)
Here it is:
Now
There comes a time
when we have to shed our fear
that time is now.
There comes a time
when in small places
close to home
-so close and so small
that they cannot be seen-
the individual person is called to give
hope to others
that time is now.
There comes a time
when without concerned citizens
action to uphold human rights
close to home,
we shall look in vain for progress
in the larger world,
that time is now.
When
after all
do human rights begin?
Now.
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