School Poem by Sean Olivia
School
I walk through the wrought iron gates,
Thrusting today upon the shoulders of fate.
Along the snaking pebbled pathways,
The scrunch if gravel to the hallways.
Shrieks of laughter, squeals of delight,
While I was dwelling in my sorrowful plight.
Along the dreaded whitewashed walls,
Graffiti plastered the listening walls.
The bell screamed out its dutiful wail,
Awakening the memory of a test I failed.
A storey high stack of rubbish i unwillingly held,
I yearned to throw them down the well!
Towards the door I reluctantly progressed,
While the breeze outside this cage caressed.
A flood of students hurried in,
As an hour of unspeakable torture begins.
ahahah, i'm a student. (: but thanks thanks, no one ever said that before. thank you all! : D thank you thank you.
Your age makes this the pupil, but your powers of expression make this the tutor's story in my eyes. There is nothing wrong with being a teacher unless of course you do not want to be and then, its all wrong. If you are a student, believe me when I say, you are far better off in school than trying to do it like me, late in life at home with a demanding family....Get it out of the way and then the world is your oyster....If it is the tutor, quit the job and do what you really want to do, we only get one go at this, in this life anyway! Smiling at your poetic skill, Tai
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5/4/2024 11:01:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My dear sister, I didn't know you were such an awesome poet! And every single word up there is so true. School's HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.