End of the year

The day has come.
The end of school
People run out
They look like a fool
Soon the leaves with change
It’ll turn into fall.
Well get on the buses
And we forgot it all
The new year started
Things will all change
Instead of hearing 2+2
We get median and range
The children all grew
From a long summers end
Those we thought were enemies
Are now our best friends
People to meet
Stories to tell
And to think we call school
Our own personal hell.
 

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

Hahaha, what a lovely poem! I thought that you summed up the feelings of going back to school perfectly! You highlighted the bittersweet emotions of end of year really well, and made me reminisce on the way I feel when this time of year comes around. Although I felt that some of the rhyming in the lines seemed a little forced, overall, this was a great poem! I loved the way you ended it as well.
There were a few punctuation/grammar errors, but those can easily be fixed with proof-reading!
Great job,
~PaperHearts