J. Patrick Lewis

The School Custodian 

I’ve seen them come and go for forty years—
The jocks, the brains, the show-offs and the shy.
They hang around my room, I can’t say why.
It could be that I represent their fears 
And frailties so vulnerable to harm.
They ask me things, like Tell us, Mr. V.,
About the time you were a refugee.
Where did you get the numbers on your arm?
And I describe it all—or some of it.
The curiosity of easy youth
Is trumped by innocence.  For them, the truth
Attends to what is often counterfeit.
And then there is the ringing of the bell:
They’ve heard about as much as I can tell.