My mind is tired,
My eyes are too.
The week seems to drag
And drag,
My hands hit the ground as
My legs grow weak.
Normally,
They last until Tuesday's
7th period English class or
3rd period on Wednesday,
But today,
That's a different story!
It was 10 o'clock on a Monday,
When one of my students ran in complaining.
Our school system drives our children
To tears, fights, and z's.
Take it easy once and a while
Take it easy.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PuisiPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
