My mind is blank
But I have so much to say
You’re sitting so close
But you're so far away
No words are spoken
But we write what we think
Me with a pencil
You’re writing in ink
You’re taking notes
I’m writing this rhyme
I better finish soon
I’m almost out of time
There goes the bell
I’m still in my seat
Everyone leaves fully
I leave incomplete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is true. It happens everyday. Well put in a poetic voice. I love it.