Progressing >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
Progressing >>>
here rush is word we hate
cut down on all activities
secured trays prompt stress
we manage to smile for less
noise on upward swing more
footsteps, chairs and door
controlled panic on floor
when bell rings we listen
follow instruction given
when I hear laughs I stop
I got urge to fill my cup
so I walk like hunting cat
few will follow where am at
guess what, we do have chat
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