True Colors

True Colors – Part 8

Slowly Po began to change, 

Love for him was new and strange. 

Tummy bricks began to crumble 

Passing from a square to bubble. 

Next he was contained by colors 

Loosing interest in the numbers. 

Nothing felt for Po the same 

Classes turned into a game. 

So instead of teaching order 

They were playing with no border. 

Singing, dancing, drawing patterns 

And forgetting all the matters. 

One day Po received a call 

From his Master : “How is all? 

Hope the teachings went alright 

Take the boat, and head on back. 

Po was so involved with friends 

He forgot the contract ends. 

‘I’m not ready to go home, 

I’ll feel empty and alone.’ 

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