Ronald Kent Poet Rhyme

Class Time

Monday’s through Friday’s
Weren’t always so bliss
Whole lives are changing
Full of what’s this
They’re trying to teach us
Where listening I’m sure
We keep watching the clock
To head for the door
Classes aren’t long
Three hours or so
Five days a week
Then we all go

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Pashang Salehi July 31, 2016 at 12:21 AM For 30+ years all my classes were like this. Cheers...... Pashang Salehi August 1, 2016 at 2:39 AM You're right... a big and an OLD..... never stop teaching and never ever stop learning.... Ronald Kent July 31, 2016 at 5:05 AM You must have been the biggest kid in the class. Lol thanks for reading.

Constance La France July 30, 2016 at 11:14 AM Roanld, oh I remember those days when 5 more minutes seemed like an hour, great write, enjoyed ~ Ronald Kent July 30, 2016 at 11:36 AM I could swear it was going counter clockwise. Thank you for stopping in.

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2016 at 8:40 PM That is exactly how I felt sometimes as a student!! Those were so many years ago. I kind of miss them now!! Ronald Kent July 29, 2016 at 5:56 AM I miss those days myself. Thanks for reading.

Jan Allison July 28, 2016 at 3:50 PM ... and it's not just the kids who watch the clock lol:-) hugs jan xx Ronald Kent July 28, 2016 at 4:25 PM When I think back on the things I did in High School... Oh boy. Actually this is the only poem that ever made it to a hardcover, the year book. lol thanks for taking a look.