Introspection

I close my tired and weary eyes Say to harsh and grim reality bye Open them slowly and softly again and I am in my happy fantasy land It is made of bitter sweet memories And of beautiful and heart-warming stories I sit in the shade of a grand old oak This is my past… Continue reading Introspection

Class

Why is the class so silent? Have they to others their words lent? Or are they all merrily asleep? Attending class in slumbers deep? A whisper of the word assignment Blank faces of utter astonishment Sinking hearts start arguments Not in the morning, no disappointment Their plea is heard and answered Another day is the… Continue reading Class

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