Young lady, young man
With open minds ready to explore.
Ready to find fundamentally sound doctrine
Along with life and all its mysteries.
Pull up a chair quick and sit
Registration ends soon.
Yet with closed doors, and Windows nailed shut
the ending of this dream is quite abrupt.
A season passes
And the pupils behind those rose colored glasses become dilated.
The coffee high now burns at a low flame
As you live the educated life we're told to love.
But be of good cheer You've come a long way; from crayons and fables to flipping burgers and waiting tables.
Hope you enjoy the next few years...then maybe it'll be worth tears.