A Different Era Poem by Donal Mahoney

A Different Era



In the fourth grade
too many moons ago
a reassuring teacher
looked over my shoulder
and said not to worry about
some mistake on my paper.
She said that's why
we have erasers.

Now a teacher assures
my grandson
in the same grade
not to worry
about his mistake.
She tells him that's
why we have
a delete key.

Sunday, June 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: modern,past
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