There was once in skater <br />Who sat in the front of row number three, <br />He never once said much <br />I wouldn't ever classify him as a student as such, <br />He appeared much too carefree, <br /> <br />I can't really remember the first time I really saw him <br />for what he was, <br />He looked like a skater, <br /> <br />You know the type, <br />He had grungy grab on <br />And proudly wore his bad attitude, <br /> <br />The only time he talked was when he talked back at you. <br />You just didn't seem to reach him to, <br /> <br />You know, You can't tell what you saw in him, <br />Or what caused you to know, <br />But this man had a talented soul. <br /> <br />His talent was hidden, <br />Oh yes this is true, <br />But his talent was truly there <br />No matter if his hair was blue, <br /> <br />Over the course of two years, <br />I saw this young boy <br />Grow into a great man, <br /> <br />This is truly greatest gift of teaching <br />Is seeing the students that you are reaching <br /> <br />Get to such a lofy height. <br /> <br />I really can't remember wait I first saw, <br />The green hair or blue hair, <br />But now I so glad to report, <br />I see a young man who will succeed <br />He will go place I only wish I can! <br /> <br />I credit his success to a challange I once gave on <br />A test, <br />All I asked was, If you looked into a mirror would You like what you have become, <br />If the answer is no, then do something about it! <br /> <br />He did and now I wonder how many more <br />Will sit in that same row?<br /><br />Nadalia Bagratuni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-judge-a-book-by-its-cover-or-a-student-by/
