The Kid with Mischievous Eyes

You strutted into my classroom
With your oversized bag slung back
And swung on a chair in defiance
A coiled spring waiting to attack.

Every school day was a struggle
No matter how hard they tried
You could never be tamed into a box
so that innocent energy died.

That boy from that class looks so lost now
Broken down, defeated by time.
Are you still there, inside, anywhere?
Can your eyes, ever, regain their shine?

Life dealt you some damn hard blows
I see your eyes ache with pain.
Where is that cocky school kid?
Can you remember and find him again?

You may think you don’t matter.
You may think nobody cares.
But I promise somewhere forever
That boy still swings on that chair.

And no matter where life finds you today
Or what happened to get you there,
I’ll remember the kid with mischievous eyes,
in L20, swinging that chair.


They are not all easy to write.  This one hurt. Finding out an ex-student,
you remember as
an 11 year old, is wanted by the police is tough.   

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

1 thought on “The Kid with Mischievous Eyes

  1. Josie says:

    This is so true. So many lost children xx Sad but an important message x


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