A poem written my senior year of high school, it describes my average day…in the not-so-average theme of each day of school being it’s own little play.
Each day consists of nine acts in all
For each intermission, a walk in the hall
The first act starts slow and gradually gains speed
Irony apparent, imagination freed
The next act: the nes, with current events
Flowing information refusing to relent
The third act a joke; the lead’s time is waste
The others ignore her and exit with haste
The fourth act begins and action commences
Imagination starts to return to its senses
The fifth act grabs hold; one is engulfed in the play
The center of attention as the fears seep away
The sixth act is crowded with faces and voices
Reminding the viewer of all of his choices
The seventh act hushed with two or three actors
The mind isn’t flooded with so many factors
The eighth act roils, the fourth is remembered
The audience expectant like the month of December
The ninth act all power, and most of it fun
A musical finale and the play is now done
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