We were chatting tonight about difficult seasons of life, and it inspired this little poem.
Sitting at a small desk,
Doodling on my paper,
Looking at the clock,
The teacher going strong.
I am committed to this class,
Willing to learn,
Really.
But I certainly didn’t sign up for it,
And had no idea it would last this long,
Or be so crazy difficult.
Wishing that dang bell would ring.
Release me,
Please!
Still so much to learn,
When I engage
In this place.
