Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

The Class

I’ve never seen a class before
As boring as this is
The teacher keeps on dictating
The students keep on writing.


No reaction is ever established
Among the members of the class
I wonder how I’ll survive
‘Til the end of this course comes.


I thought I’ll gain something
‘Cause the subject matter is good
My interest was piqued
And, thus, got myself enrolled.


Now I regret these wasted times
I should have read the book, instead
But it’s too late to retreat now
I have to bear it ‘til the end.

Listen to this poem:
Poem Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The Class by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

There is no comment submitted by members..

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?