School In 6/8 Meter Poem by Sarah Sisson

I'm feeling a little.. human today
The bags and the books that I carry each day...

...to classes.. I don't want to go to but..
these are the new days. I must learn and shut up.

The teachers.. hit me with all of their stuff..
The school yard is full and the assignments rough.

And study..I must just to get to the next..
big step to the finalized work and the text

is bright..I must say the lectures are deep
I have this feeling that I will loose some sleep.

This new.. school semester is quite a change
from last year in junior college. I'll arrange...

to keep.. up with all the kids half my age.
To be the great class mate and not an old sage.

I'd like.. to be just another kid there
It's nice how they don't peer at me, they don't stare..

and wonder why that a woman this old
is here with the elementary. Fit the mold...

...of what.. they teach to become a success.
I'm just here to learn, graduate with the rest.

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