F Student Dies Poem by Val Brown

She opened his report card

It was full of F's

She told me this

Upon learning of his death



His life was sad and woesome

His parents didn't care

Either that

or they had no time to spare


He is a symbol

of all the lonely children

neglected at home

at school a lonely pilgrim



The pilgrimage we take

all ends up the same

we might fly high

but we end up in the grave


give the children love

parents, teachers too

life ends very quickly

it's a toilsome rue

Copyright 2008 Val Brown