When I was nine
I was omitted a word of mine
My teacher said
This word is laid to bed
“Can’t is a bad word”
And that’s the last we heard
I tried saying it a couple times
But was told I was out of line
“No, no, no,” said she
“‘Can’t’ will not be said by you or me.”
I struggled to comprehended
To apprehend
an understanding
As she understood
How could or would
One eschew or should
I omit a word from my verbs
It seems a bit absurd
But I have taken to heart
To heed, to part
With “can’t” and I can say
It has been okay
My perspective differently arranged
My outlook forever changed
When you are unable
To enable your disabling
Behavior, You must take the helm
You grow, and outgrow what overwhelms.
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