Treasure Island

Cassidy Fohs


School


When we were all little we'd say
Can't wait till my first day
We thought school was so cool
We followed most rules
But for a reason I can't say
We began to dread each day
We only began to care
About our shoes and our hair
Teachers we use to think were great
Now we only hate
That happy light in our eyes
Is replaced with boredom sighs
Now we only glare
Or give a blank stare
They say respect we need to earn
We no longer want to learn
Instead we talk and say
We hate school in everyway

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 05, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/4/2013 11:17:00 PM)

    present schools are not to earn knowledge but to secured degree certificates only and hence we hate school. Anyway, good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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