You Make Me Proud

7/19/03

I whine because I have no money, or I'm

a little low in my stash.

Then I see your face which states the case to flush

out the need for cash.

When I feel my life isn't stunning or lacks a proper shine,

I think of you and erase the blue and say,

"This little light is mine."

If my sleep is often stolen, or something

unknown keeps me awake,

There you are again, the reminder, that my

rest should barely break.

A frown distills my substance and the

world is rough with a rind,

So I'll settle for you the little teacher who is a

hero in my heart and mind.

© 2003 Jarrod C. Lacy