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Young Man



Anyone incapable to follow,
Will never be a successful leader.
If one can not listen to learn,
What knowledge will they obtain?
None.
Zero!

'Uh...
Huh?
Excuse me?
Young man...
Are you talking to me?'

Is the Pope Catholic?
Of course I am talking to you.
No need to look around.
Eye contact to have is important.
Especially these days.

'Young man.
Do you know,
I am old enough to be at least...
Your great grandfather?
Who taught you to be that disrespectful?'

There you go.
Disrespectful?
That's the first thing you old folks say,
To rely upon when you think...
You have aged to know 'everything'.
Everything possible.
Right?
Well...
No one,
Not even 'you' can know everything.
I learned that the hard way.
When I was a kid!

'You are STILL a kid. A child.'

Sure. Go ahead.
Believe what you want to.
Just because I am in elementary school.
Carrying books.
And much younger than you are,
You think I don't know anything about life?
And who is the one,
In need to learn a lesson.
So...
Me being young and coming out,
Of an elementary school...
Gives you a reason to dismiss me?
To assume me the one to be...
How should I say this.
Stupid?

'I did not say you were stupid.
I said you were being disrespectful.'

Oh?
And I am suppose to accept that?
I am suppose to leave.
Then regret my actions.
You folks are something else.
When did you start being respectful?
Hmmm?
When did you stop believing,
You were too old to pay attention?
To anyone who said anything to you?
When?
Well...
Everything,
I'll tell you right now you don't know.
That's why the World is messed up.
People get in positions of authority,
To make the most ignorant decisions.
And debating opinions making no sense.
Mister old man,
I don't care how old you are.
It is never too late to learn.
That I know to be a fact.

'Where are these words of yours,
Coming from?'

So now we play show and tell.
This is my mouth where those words,
Came out.
Have you not paid me any attention at all?
And...
Before I approached you,
I thought you had potential.
Eyes can deceive.

I hope the rest of my day,
Will not be this disappointing.
I got to go.
My school bus just arrived.
But I do hope you remember,
To pay attention and listen.
One never knows,
Who the teacher really is!

'What?'

Don't worry about it.
You have no idea what I go through,
When I get home.
My parents are stubborn too.
They refuse to hear what I have to say.
Blaming to claim on each other,
Of being responsible for my being born.
Isn't that foolish?
They both had to have been there.
I would think.
Now...
If you ask me,
That's stupid!

'Where on Earth did you come from?'

I know you're not blind.
You saw me coming out of the school.

'God bless your parents.'

He, She or It...already has!
But my parents?
They seem unable to accept,
Me as the blessing.
Can you believe it?
I got to go.
Now you've got me running for my bus.
You old people are something else.
Remember...
Pay attention and listen.
You will learn a lot!
Be patient.
It takes time and tolerance.
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Submitted by Lp,jr. on October 31, 2021

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