School school school. Does it ever end?
I can go a week or two, but then
The coal runs short and the steam pours slow
Until off the tracks, I cannot go.
But I must pick myself up and look ahead
For life can be more than a loaf of bread
If I choose, school is stale,
If I choose, school can go flat and fail,
But by my choice too,
Can I make school cool.
1 comment:
Very nice Anna. You are becoming the gifted writer that your mother is.
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