1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
To School
When a harsh bell rings And it churns the air Classes quickly begin There's a lapse to despair Rooms covered with windows To let in the sun Lectures start to get boring Students sit, have no fun Summer flows through Climbs up sides, comes in heads The next class is awesome Everyone dreads The days are counted People wait and they pray And school will be ended On some glorious day.
copyright 2001-2007 by Michael F. Nyiri
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