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An Average Child by Mike Buscemi

An Average Child

I don’t cause teachers trouble;
My grades have been okay.
I listen in my classes.
I’m in school every day.

My teachers think I’m average;
My parents think so too.
I wish I didn’t know that, though;
There’s lots I’d like to do.

I’d like to build a rocket;
I read a book on how.
Or start a stamp collection…
But no use trying now.

’Cause, since I found I’m average,
I’m smart enough you see
To know there’s nothing special
I should expect of me.

I’m part of that majority,
That hump part of the bell,
Who spends his life unnoticed
In an average kind of hell.


Mike Buscemi was born on February 13, 1960 in Brooklyn, New York, USA as Michael J. Buscemi. He is an actor and writer, known for Blended (2014), BlacKkKlansman (2018) and Smothered by Mothers (2019).

The poem The Average Child was first presented by Buscemi at the 1979 National PTA Convention when he was merely 19.

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On Children by Kahil Gibran

On Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


Tonight’s #midnightpoem is by Kahlil Gibran from his celebrated book The Prophet (Knopf, 1923). This poem is in the public domain.

Gibran Khalil Gibran, commonly known as Khalil—also “Kahlil”, as he used to sign his name in English—Gibran was a Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist, also considered a philosopher although he himself rejected this title in his lifetime.

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