My Version: A Book of Poetry

5th Grade Memories

Moral of this story: Forgiveness is always the better path, even if you can't forget the past.

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Back in the day.

When I was in 5th grade,

We were given a simple task.

We had to clean our desks,

In that room they were the kind we had to hold up from the front side,

And the only way to hold them up, was with a ruler up vertically.

If removed they'd make quite the bang,

Crushing our hands inbetween - including me (Ouch!)

As I had my books and papers on top,

I bent over to pick up my fallen pencil.

As I sit back up,

A boy in the class is walking over,

He takes his hand and flips my desk top over,

Making my books and papers fall every where.

He looks at me expectantly,

He wants me to cry out,

He wants a bitter reaction.

I look at him,

And in a sarcastic tone I say to him, "Wow, Huge Explosion!"

He laughs as he walks on his way,

Back to his desk he goes.

I don't make a fuss,

I simply stand from my seat,

Without a peep.

I walk straight to the teacher,

She was my Favorite!

I call her name and wait for her attention,

I convey my problem and about the current event,

She nod's her head as she agreed.

I turn around and go straight to my seat,

I pick up my belongings.

As I place them back in the desk nice and neat,

By the time I look up,

There's the same boy,

I wonderd, "What now?"

He apologized.

I accepted,

Even if he didn't mean it.

I can only assume one thing,

The teacher taught him something.

I ignored him for the rest of the day.

This is something you wouldn't know about me,

I'll Forgive, But I Never Forget.

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[A/N: And as Stupid as I know it was, the memory had always stayed with me]

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Created on November 01, 2012