An old man remembers
An old man remembers. I remember writing this poem when I was in the 11th grade for my English class. It wasn't like an assignment or anything like that. The thing I remember most from 11th grade is English class on Mondays. 😁 Every Monday we would have a free class, where we could present our poems, writings or anything else. Our Teacher that year was a really fun loving man who had a great passion for creative writing. So I remember being very inspired by that passion and writing a lot of essays and poems that year. This tradition of our class started when I gave our teach a poem inspired by the recent lesson we had. I'd expected him to just have a look and maybe give me some critique on it but the next day he had me read it out loud in front of the class.😮 And thus began our Monday creative gathering tradition/ session. This poem is also one that I wrote for one of those Mondays. An Old Man Remembers An old man remembers when man and god walked together...