It's the first day of school
The first day with no lounging at the pool
The first day without staying on the corner playing the fool
The first day with having to follow the rules
It isn’t even Memorial Day
Why do we start too early, I had no say
I just want to go out and play
I asked God to postpone this day, I guess no one listens when I pray
I tell you it's not fair
Life is not meant to be spent sitting in a chair
Being told what to wear
Or to experience such despair
I was used to getting up at the crack of noon
Midnight to be howling at the moon
Promising to be home soon
Oh how I will miss the sunsets in early june
I got up this morning when the alarm did ring
It was still dark out I couldn't see a thing
I dreaded what the day would bring
And didn't have the energy to tie my shoestring
They he said I would be able to see my old friends once more.
People I spent the entire summer trying to ignore.
The stupid, the loud mouths, and the all out bores
Talking with them is another school chore.
Having lost all hope, I told my son to let my leg go.
I am a teacher and I owe.
And so begins my fall, winter, and spring of woe.
How I am going to put up with these screaming whiny kids for another year, I do not know.
Good poem. Makes me now is an old person look back and wonder how did our teachers put up with us! We were worried about having to go and learn and they were worried about having us come in.
ReplyDeleteSchool starts already? Good lucks, teachers!
ReplyDeleteSo school commence where you are very soon it seems. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! The school years go by faster than you realize.
ReplyDeleteHahaha, Dad crying that he doesn't want to go back to school!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on that cute image. Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteRuby Rose you are queen of Poetic Thursday
ReplyDeleteHugs cecilia
That was a terrific poem!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I bet a lot of teachers feel that way. :)
ReplyDeleteMe gusto el poema. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteThey already put out the countdown clocks. It's the first week. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteLong live Poetry, then
ReplyDeletewith joy for you and me *,~`)
Have a good weekend. Beijinhos.
I know there are teachers who would agree over 100%!
ReplyDeleteBOL, we all thought the dialogue was from the kid until the very end. Very clever, Ruby. XOX Xena and my pack
ReplyDeleteNicely done! I can see how many teachers dread going back just as much as the kids do, at least these days.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is SO good! And what a clever surprise at the end!! Yes, I remember way back when school didn't start till after September seventh.
ReplyDeleteLulu: "At least there's a nice pension waiting in 30 or 40 years, right? Right ... ?"
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