Some days are spent
In pajamas and led smeared
All over your palms.
Other days are spent
In uniforms and flour
All over your clothes.
And my favorite days are spent
Sitting in a classroom
With knowledge in your brain.
These days run like people.
We are all individual,
But we're grouped together
By our similarities.
Some days are just like the rest.
But not this one.
It is never the same.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoesiaI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
