Year after year
I have searched through
My binder, papers stacked
On top of each other,
Dividers labeled with subjects
But nothing in-between them.
This year I hope to be organized.
Laying on my bed, binder
Besides me, but eyes focused
On laptop screen. No fun or joy
From the laptop, but only worry
From wondering when I should do it.
Next day get reprimanded by
Teachers and get bad grades.
This year I hope to do my homework.
C’s and B’s filling all the places
In my progress report,
My mom getting mad, with smoke
Coming out from her ears,
Screams echoing throughout
The whole block. Although I always
Manage to mend the grades
When the time of truth comes, never
Feel satisfied, only b’s filling it, when
I know that I could’ve easily gotten an A
But just was too lazy
This year I hope to get good grades
Birds chirping
Soccer balls being kicked,
But my attention is only towards
The almighty computer.
Friends craving to see me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to talk with me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to play with me
But not on a screen.
This year I hope to get off the computer and spend more time with friends.
My dog agitating he tail
Every time I come from school
Jumping on my legs every time she
Is with me ,
But my only gesture of love towards
Her is one walk a day
This year I hope to spend more time with my dog
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