Glad Never To Return
My memories of high school
are not good really very bad
truly hated every day there
suffering a stammer made me sad
For first time called McConnell
teaches seemed really right rude
didn't seem to cope with any subject
all of it put me in quite a mood
I played truant on the final day
so I couldn't be there ever again
made some pals in time there
but their direction was not my bend
Glad never to return
my memories I would burn
but survived it all now done
(Recently I've been thinking back to my high school years and how unenjoyable it all was so I've put in writing my thoughts upon it.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2020
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