Making my Way to that Feeling
Five days a week
I drag myself onto a bus.
To be taken to a place that is bleak
but there is a plus,
for everyday that passes
is a day closer to seeing her.
Going through these classes
it all seems like a blur.
But once I'm done with all this school
I can focus on life.
Afford that jewel
and make her my wife.
She is my favorite pastime
and makes my smile wide.
It should be a crime
for her not to be my bride.
This poem is about:
My family