John McAdam

Tired In Class - Poem by John McAdam

Caught in a web
can't sleep
your eyes does
your name is called
pay attention!
you always sleep in class
you'll never amount to anything
the same scolding as yesterday
as tomorow
though it's all just mummble
as you dose
so many meaningless thoughts
in your head
so tired
your chair is a mattress
your rock hard arms are a pillow
your clothes are a blanket
yet your instructer
tells you not to sleep
so tired
caught in a web
so close to peace
but can't sleep
the bell rings
you'll have to try again tomorow

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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