#WritcoPoemPrompt21
You sat with me under the shade of the trees,
Reading out the words that made no sense,
Not once did you lose faith,
Or let me be,
The slow and steady learner,
The butt of all the jokes,
Duffer! Failure! And more...
Everyday under the tree was them same,
Little the words made sense,
The jokes became funny,
What was happening to me did not make sense,