11+ by Louisa Campbell

I am not a silent poet

At a quarter past the hour
every Sunday afternoon,
a car pulls up,
and a boy gets out
and knocks at the red front door.
..
There to see the tutor
for help with the future,
for help with the test,
to do better than the rest,
to be top.

At a quarter past the hour
every Sunday afternoon,
a car pulls up,
and a man gets out
and knocks on the white front door.
..
Seeing the therapist
to overcome his failing,
for help with his fears,
to try and get his tears
to stop.

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