I remember looking out of the window on my first day at senior school
the naughty kids were on top form, playing the fool
My Mother said this is your time, please do it for me
looking out the window thinking I just want to be free
The teachers were enthusiastic with stories passed down with time
the agricultural revolution or working in a mine
The excitement grew to fever pitch of the stories they did tell
when talking about Newton, Darwin, or Alexander Graham Bell
Excited I looked out of the window dreaming of being influential and rich
or would my teacher lower my goals to engineering, like digging a drainage ditch
So, there’s my thoughts on my school days as I look back now knowing
I’d write some stuff in my spare time and label it a poem😊
Sort of funny but also sort of true.