Getting ready, for the first day, nervous and anxious at the same time,
Out of bed, frightened as ever , not ready to step in line.
On my feet, busy in the head, as I slowly enter the shower,
I feel so worried, tired as a mule, drained without any power.
As I stumble to the bed , with no energy to get dressed,
Somehow i launch myself up, trying to forget my stress.
Put on my clothes, nice and fancy, needy to make new friends,
But sadly my mouth won’t open, so i have nothing to send.
I hop into the car with my backpack in my hand,
just wishing that i could bury my head in the sand.
As I impatiently sat in the car, feeling my stomach flip,
for surely this would be a unpredictable trip.
We waited in the drop line for really quite a while,
But to my surprise as i entered I was greeted with a smile.
This is a very interesting topic that I have never really thought about, but I really like how you explained what a first day is like. I like how you really provided a clear image of what a first day is like. The description in this poem is very good.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very accurate and relatable, the description is so good that you made me visualize exactly what you said.
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