Taking a Test
nails being chewed, answers being scribbled,
nothing is new, but this question on the table,
it isn't math, or language perhaps,
but what is it then?
i keep repeating the question, in my mind,
its funny how it feels like, i left something behind,
is it my knowledge or breakfast, a good and ready start,
is it my keys to the house, keys to the car?
what is it i'm missing, that i need for today or this test,
maybe i didn't sleep too well, i need some rest?
or maybe just maybe, i need to be encouraged,
to have my parents tell me you'll be the best,
no that couldn't be it, its another quest.
then why am i staring, at this question below,
feeling like i'm missing something, something's troubled,
and then it hit me, like batter hits the ball,
i didn't chain up my dog at all.
and this question it says, the dog ran down the street,
and where do they go, where do they meet,
oh no, i thought, as i got to my feet,
thinking about testing week...
oh well, i said,
as i went through the door,
my dogs and my family,
matter more....
Copyright © Faire Lucas | Year Posted 2009
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