A Dream's Heavy Load

As she walks slowly down the road, Her briefcase feels like such a load. Thinking about the homework she must do, The reading, rhyming and writing too. If only the days would grow much longer, And her back could be much stronger. She wouldn't be so tired when she got home, Wanting to head straight for her room. An hour of rest would be great, She must get to the library, before it's late. Yet, she can't resist her comfortable bed, A few minutes of rest will clear her head. Oh, the minutes goes by extremely fast, For fifteen minutes has already passed. Then off again, she must go, She wants to better herself, you know? She dreams of standing on the stage, With no one giving thought to her age. She works hard to make her dream come true, And the chance to share her poems with you.