My youth was one of vicissitude,
...We moved from town to town,
My life was one of loneliness,
...To cope I played the clown.
When you're a child and have no friends,
...Life can be so cruel,
It hurts so much to be unseen,
...And so I played the fool.
Every year a different school,
...The new kid in the class,
Teachers did not like my wit,
...Instead they thought was sass.
That was until my freshman year,
...I still recall the day,
When Mrs. James called out my name,
...For after class to stay.
Mike, she said, you talk so much,
...A lawyer you should be,
There is no doubt that you can do,
...work better than a C.
Then she smiled and said that's all,
...I then went on my way,
I doubt she ever gave a thought,
...To what she did that day.
Soon we moved, another school,
...But I was not the same,
Since the day a teacher cared,
...Enough to call my name.
Now I'm grown, no more a clown,
...I've often thought to reach,
A teacher who by simple act,
...Did so much more than teach.