I'm a Jew, this is true,
So no, the year is not new,
I'm still in my year, our calendar goes by the moon.
It's going alright, I haven't heard back from the University yet,
But I'm sure I'll be fine, I type, as I begin to sweat.
I'm a senior in high school, and I'm having a lot of fun,
I spend all of my time, trying to rhyme.
I really love poetry, this year made me forget,
But no amount of stress, could force me to suppress,
My love for words, I must confess.
So the current year will go on, I hope I get in,
I can hear my grandma calling, she says, "I hope you win!"
She doesn't want to pay my college tuition.