Yearbook of 1933A Poem by Green Regol
You sit at your desk at school now, but eighty years ago there was somebody else doing the same thing. Worrying about the big test, crushing on the person sitting three seats away, etc.
Do hear my cries.
Tell me, how was it like before
You all went and died.
Did you sit in these classrooms,
Did you run down these halls?
Did you weep behind the stairwell
Or in bathroom stalls?
I try so hard to see you
In your pleated skirts,
Your large, horn-rimmed glasses,
Your button-down shirts.
How much alike are we;
Do we share traits at all?
Do we laugh aloud the same way
When someone else falls?
If you were now here,
Would you smile at the world before
© 2011 Green Regol
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Last Updated on September 8, 2011
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