Its a busy day,
They hold pencils to draw,
Crayons to color,
And a paper to fold.
They don't work,
They're just a student.
At the age of four,
Playing was their score.
Playing tugs,
But hide and seek was the best.
Scars are proofs,
Yelling means a good result.
This kind of past,
Some can't remember.
Even me,
No memories to reminisce.
