The Class

Class Portrait Poem

 ThE cLaSs

 

Our faces are excited at the start of the morn

Our laughter explodes through the room

Our minds are waiting to see what's coming

Our brains are tired by the end of the day

 

Author's Note

Poem about my old class.

Reviews

[Komichi]

I felt like that every time the class changed....in Japan....but I don't remember being so tired by the end of the day...I guess I was young. lol