Drawn by the yearning for direction and gain
To stop the drifting, uncertainty and pain

A dropout, I was, as lost as can be
In desperation said “Mom, I think it’s for me”

The school ‘s real mission was to take in the dough
How much poor Mom stretched, I never will know

Yes, all of that’s true, but the first day I knew
The man we’d call teacher, was a teacher true-blue

He worked for quite little, I now will surmise
But shared well his passion, he opened my eyes

While I was enrolled, the small school did close
Left some of us hanging, like fools, I suppose

But despite the fiasco that was on the surface
I knew what to do, I’d finally found purpose

And so due to Jay (Tranchina)
I was well on my way
And thank him in rhyme
For my life of today.