Treasure Island

Alisha Ricks

(United States)

The Importance of Education


Each day that I wake up and turn on the news, something has happened
Why? What is becoming of our world? But the real problem is teen
Dropouts

Education is a gift that allows you to explore the mind
And look beyond the earth

It can be powerful while at the same time change the world
To make it better like the sunny weather

Do not hide your strengths or talents to please the like of others
Show them you are strong like a mighty lion

Through the tides and stones life may take you different places
Remember who you are as a person even when it’s tough
While looking at the morning sun rise

Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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