Conclusion

After looking at some different writing, I have accepted something about my own.

Do I think I will ever be great?

Not really.

Have I touched other people's lives.

Maybe.

Just for one single moment,
  I gave a stranger a glimpse of my soul.

Do they feel it the same way?
Do they join in either the joy or sadness?

I have no real way of knowing.

All I can hope for are three things.

The first is to try to explain what I was feeling at a given time.

The second is somehow I connected and made someone feel.

The last one is what worries me.
Somehow, unknowingly,
  I caused someone pain.

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

I have been told I write with raw emotion. It is a carry over from my day to day life. I am a chef. I work at a small college where we hire mainly student workers.
I am constantly having to train. After about twenty years, it has led to a certain perspective, part of which is the fact you need to explain why you do some things in a particular manner. The other is that you need to realize the results.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I am a teacher by trade, teach the most hated of subjects too. I think your last stanzas sum up what my inservices have been about lately.