Bummer

I got to explain what "bummer" meant to one of my foreign exchange student friends. I was fatigued today. It started off with me going to bed. ack. Band was relatively cool and I can feel my jazz drumming and feel improving. I did some chemistry homework during my spare and lunch. Chemistry was easy and we did a lab. We had a student teacher try out teaching our class.
RE Kevin: haha. I know what you mean with the translating poetry. The student teacher first showed us some of the Canterbury Tales. Feeling hardcore ?:

134: In surrye whilom dwelte a compaignye
135: Of chapmen riche, and therto sadde and trewe
136: That wyde-where senten hir spicerye
137: Clothes of gold, and satyns riche of hewe

Feeling even more hardcore? How about 8th century Anglo-Saxon:

He aerest sceop
aelda bearnum
Heofon to hrofe,
halig Scyppend.

Luckily for us, her lesson actually consisted of metaphysical poetry; esp. John Donne. We did "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning" and another of his works. That was relatively cool and she understood the poetry quite well. For the record, I know almost nothing about poetry, so do not begin to assume that I am well-learned or learned at all in this field. I merely find it interesting and could not hold my own in a poetry debate. I know what I learn from the school cirriculum and the few infrequent poems that are introduced to me by friends such as Amay and Kevin who are much more inclined to the liberal arts.

I was wondering if anybody could tell me what meter this poem is in. I guess trochaic tetrameter. :S

Love, how tensile takes us through
Years of childhood learned and grew
Into adolescence we
Doubted not that we were free.

Though our person changes much
By each other's word and touch,
Ne'er unknow the purity
Held by youth so playfully.

Ever reminisce of when
Envy, pride were last of ten
Bring this brocard where you may:
Strangers feel in agnate ways.

Pray this faith will pass on to
Times that come...we will be true.