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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

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