Passing Period
Pushing, Shoving.
Whisphers, Cussing.
Your one of many,
In a walking croud with plenty.
Finding your way through the maze
can be really crazy.
People gathered in groups
blocking your paths.
Some people walking slow,
others too fast.
You feel like they're steping on you.
their breath on your back.
Every one has their on path in mind,
criss crossing trails swerve in and out.
Some people confident,
others in doubt.
Hot tempered boys bump,
and a fight breaks out.
Passing people you hear bits of gossip.
Something about a cute guy named Rob.
Sue dropped out.
Fred lost his job.
There's a party at my house.
And who won the fight that just broke out.
The minute bell rings.
Conversation cut short.
People run faster,
then they ever did berfore.
If they graded p.e based on that,
Everone would have an A,
And that's a fact.
Copyright © Renee Toubes-Stinnett | Year Posted 2008
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