The History of 24 Hours

I am awaken by the buzzing of time, Open my eyes and look up to the great divine, Silent prayers are spoken inside my mind, For in the course of one day there is no telling what I will find, A quarter to eight I enter white gates No it’s not heaven, And there’s no way of forgettin, It’s a building filled with juveniles that are emotionally disturbed, The best job ever, though to some that may sound absurd, Some days there’s cops, other days its drugs, But the best days are when I get lessons done with some added hugs, Ten after two, I drive like I flew, Night school till nine, Then it’s time to unwind, After the paperwork, dinner and shower, I am left with about one whole hour, Alternating each evening with relaxing fun, Sometimes I write, play piano or run, Then I crawl into bed under my silk, blue sheets, Say a silent prayer, which usually puts me right to sleep. Contest; 24 hours Written:11-25-11 By: Sabina Nicole