You Go to School to Learn
When I was a lad, I went to school to learn. I thought money was something Dad brought home every week in a small brown envelope and gave to Mom. Now I wish I could learn more and worry about money less.
Poem: “You Go to School to Learn” by Thomas Lux from New & Selected Poems © Houghton Mifflin.
You go to school to learn to
read and add, to someday
make some money. It - money - makes
sense: you need
a better tractor, an addition
to the gameroom, you prefer
to buy your beancurd by the barrel.
There’s no other way to get the goods
you need. Besides, it keeps people busy
working - for it.
It’s sensible and, therefore, you go
to school to learn (and the teacher,
having learned, gets paid to teach you) how
to get it. Fine. But:
you’re taught away from poetry
or, say, dancing (That’s nice, dear,
but there’s no dough in it). No poem
ever bought a hamburger, or not too many. It’s true,
and so, every morning - it’s still dark!-
you see them, the children, like angels
being marched off to execution,
or banks. Their bodies luminous
in headlights. Going to school.
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