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Think on why
And when
You do,
Think on
The time
I looked
After you.
You were
Not able
To think
Like Me.
In fact,
In all
Your thoughts
Was enmity.
You did
Not believe
Or even
Know how.
I sent
To you
Teachers
And watched
Your smile
As understanding
Came to you.
How then
Is your
Patience
So short
With those
Learning
As you did?
Even yourself,
You pop
A lid
And reveal
Inadequacy
In the way
Your temper
Cuts short
Such things
You think
Are beneath
Who call
On Me.
You did,
Could do
Nothing
Lest we
Sent to
You teachers.
Patient teacher
Be, child.