School

Thu, 04/02/2020 - 11:33 -- Aws

School is a daily routine for us.
In the morning, we're sure to make a fuss.
Even when the sun is still not up,
Here we are, awake at 7am sharp.

 

We feel that school is a death sentence
We feel that school is such a chore.
Parents say, "School's great! Now, go!"
We say, "Well, what do you know?"

 

Late a minute and we have to run.
Eyes half open, shirts untucked.
We reach school and we see our friends.
Immediately, the torture seems bare able.

 

We have a chat
Then the bell rings it is time to go.
We may at times find school stressful.
To have some fun, we have to bend some rules.

 

Talk back to teachers, and detention is dished out
No doubt, it is sometimes what we deserve.
Sometimes they are as cold as ice,
And other times they're actually really peacful

 

The teachers teach us and give us a helping hand.
They're forever ready to listen and be a friend.
They have built much confidence in us.
Just not when they are being really harsh.

Over the years of education,
Never have we had so much learning with action,
Such as camps, experiments, concerts, and activities.
We've learned so much and even saved the trees.

A wise teacher once said aloud -
Success is failure turned inside out,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
Rest if you must but don't you quit yet

 

Some may see school as a torture chamber.
Some cannot wait for the holidays in December,
But it depends on how we look at school.
Honestly, school is ok sometimes

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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