School
They come and they go. Winter surrounds me.
Brains ache all around and shrivel here too.
School is present to give us destiny.
Every day some say "Hand in work" that's due.
Turn heads away and never look back here.
Seasons come and rise again but one gives
What we all treasure; a break to us dear.
Summer is a gift we hope for our lives.
And on that last day, the clock chimes, "Summer!"
Screams erupt, say "So long" and "Hello friend".
But when leaves change color, we whine at comers.
For we had freedom, but are imprisoned.
We sit and wait; for another break comes.
We lay plotting our way out tosummer.