The Exam Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Exam

Many years are gone by
And the thoughts are like barb

So, feathers talk a lot
About the memories…

Watched movie and saw me
Sitting on wooden bench
And writing for exam…

Last exam, third grade
Of early high school…

Classmates, different
Some smart, some dumber.

In between, sociable
With all, I was friend
Except for the bullies.

That day we were siting
At the desk for writing
Conductor came to me…

He had a brother
Nasser, our classmate,

"Is lazy, never learns
And this is his last year, "
He said and went away…

After while he returned
With him had some papers
On them, name of Nasser.

I knew what he meant,
Yes, lazy, ignorant
Did receive a grade
Far better than myself,
In writing for him I,
Corrected my mistake!