The day started normally, Like it always does,
And nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Not until 3rd period when I decided to make my best (or so I thought) better
And that senior boy gave me a look I wouldn’t forget.
It wasn’t quite a frown but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smiling.
So I sat at the back of the room and as I faced forward I found that the
Senior boy was wearing almost the same shirt I was.
And I thought, “well it must be the shirt”
So I continued on and people kept telling me how much
They loved that shirt.
And lunch came and so did hunger, but as I was walking out of that
school another senior boy
Did a miraculous thing that puzzled me at first.
All he wanted was a handshake.
So without effort I gave it to him and It didn’t occur to me
until I was facing a wall in the music building;
“Well it must be the shirt” again I thought. So I told you about my mess of a day
And as I walked to English class it started hailing, which seemed appropriate.
And even my English teacher had some words on it, which I liked.
When he announced we had a test and I asked what we could do to study for it
He asked, “Are you religious?” There was a pause.
But before I could utter “Not necessarily” he interjected,
“With that shirt? Of course you’re not.” This time There was no doubt;
It was the shirt.
The problem with making that assumption all that day is
When I heard that you were in the hospital, the first thing I thought was
Well, It must be the shirt.
But it wasn’t.