Here is an old, old poem that I wrote in 8th/9th grade...not the best...in fact, I wasn't even sure about the title - whether to call it "Learning" or "Teaching and Learning", but I kept it all these years because it actually got published somewhere.
Teaching and Learning
Crawled slowly around while bumping into things,
I learned that life is full of surprises.
Attended school and became friends with different people,
I learned that variety is the spice of life.
Made new friends and lost a few along the way,
I learned to not take things for granted.
Being unkind or nice and soon punished or rewarded,
I learned that all things in life have consequences.
Did something incorrect and felt guilty,
I learned that everyone makes mistakes.
Helped someone out and witnessed a smile,
I learned to treat others the way I would want to be treated.
Tried to fit in, but failed to,
I learned that I only have myself to prove to.
Tried to reach the top, but instead fell to the bottom,
I learned that I could get up and try again.
Reached for one of my many dreams and succeeded,
I learned that it had nothing to do with luck.
I learned that life is all about: teaching and learning.
