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

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