Dear Algebra,
Please stop asking us
To find your x
She left
Don't ask y
From,
Algebra students

The rain falling on my hair
Breathing in the freshest of air
I guess nows the time to go inside
And to come back out when the rain has dried

But rain has such a nice sound
When it falls against the ground
No such comfort can be found
No such comfort can be found

Miss that dog
Like the sky misses the stars
I said I miss the dog
Like the sky misses the stars
I miss petting her in the morning
And saying
“Good morning Mac”

Under the cherry tree
The dog rests her head
Lolls her tongue
Yawns big
Then rests her head
Carefully between
her front paws
Looks up alert
Oh no!
A bucket!
Now her head is trapped
In the bucket
In an attempt to get it off
She walks into a fence
(where did that come from?)
Then two gentle hands
Come to the rescue
And the bucket leaves her alone

I remember back when
The most pain I felt was when I skinned my knees
And war was nothing more than a card game
When friends were for real
And the only fights I got in was play fighting with my brothers
I remember when drinking soda was the highlight of my day
And when I could tell my parents anything
Those were the days
And I couldn't wait to grow up

My hands are shaking
My life is changing
I try to hold the reins
And get into control
Just to be throw off my horse again
But it looks
Like there is a smooth
Patch of field ahead