Leaving School Poem by Jack Gill

Seventeen don’t call me a fool,
December comes I’m leaving school;
Three months left before I leave,
Time for me to do as I please.

Can’t see why I need to learn
How to spell like you yearn;
Maths so hard my brain aches bad,
English and history, what a waste Dad.

Still a kid in your eyes
Hear me please help me survive;
Competitions a way of life,
Schools a haven for heavy strife.

Groups of kids getting wilder,
I’m different to them, I’m milder;
Drugs and crime, fighting too,
Winning always is what they do.

Growing up cleans hard enough,
I’m not joining a gang to go acting tough;
Rather have nature stimulate me,
Think I’ll go live in the country.