Class Poem by Lauren Beasley

Grinding voices droning on
Heavy eyelids drooping
Limp hands dragging pens
Head and shoulders stooping

Release a yawn, take a sip
Listen to the nonsense
Opinions blabbed to deaf ears
Heard somewhere in the distance

Glossy eyes gazing far
Feet shifting and tapping
Clock ticking, much too slowly
Face in crossed arms, napping

Shuffling papers and books
Anticipation mounting
Tired legs leaping up
At last, done minute-counting