F Student Dies
She opened his report card
It was full of F's
She told me this
Upon learning of his death
His life was sad and woesome
His parents didn't care
Either that
or they had no time to spare
He is a symbol
of all the lonely children
neglected at home
at school a lonely pilgrim
The pilgrimage we take
all ends up the same
we might fly high
but we end up in the grave
give the children love
parents, teachers too
life ends very quickly
it's a toilsome rue
Copyright 2008 Val Brown