boarding school regrets
so there you are, as me, aged ten
kneeling with other debonair's to be
for the beneficial status of Dear Mummy and Dear Daddy's sake
( and a smaller religiously unsure portion for God's sake )
In those distant playtimes, you often saw
what the ignorant teachers rumoured to be
' officially uneducated Gypsy children '
clinging to the outside of the wrought iron railed school gate
riding it open and closed, open and closed, open and closed.
But, here I am now in my mid-forties, looking back
and cutting up those pompous rumours into as many pieces as possible
with my metaphorical scissors, now adult common sensed enough to know that
yes! they may have been ' officially uneducated '
but that does not mean by a long shot
that they were not educated in many, many other ways
in the forests, in the hills, in wild, meadows, by the rivers and lakes
in their long road journeys through friendly villages and hamlets.
Each of those children I now see as having been possible, degree holders
in the subjects of all things natural
life-schooled, learning lessons far beyond the blackboards of life
but just as important as those taught by stern-faced teachers
with their strict rules.
If only I could go back and tell you as me aged ten of this I realise now
then how very much more
wider and deeper and sincerely loving would have been
your heart, mind and soul.
But it wasn't your fault that you had been thoughtlessly dictated to
by the snobberry of those who should have known better
had they not erected high upper-class walls around themselves and you
and who could have had they unlocked their minds
taught you a great deal more about this world, about this planet
but also of all the people, it belongs to
how beneficially easy it would have been for you to throw away those rose-tinted glasses
you were forced to wear, or being enforced to adopt the over-protective
Dear Mummy and Dear Daddy's lifetime self-centred haughty attitudes
towards the far less financially fortunate than you
you were instructed to look down on,
like the Gypsy children who everything about me now
knows for certain could have been the bringers of your genuine happinesse's
could have made you into a real human being.