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The Last Day

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The Last Day
 
Watching that large white faced black handed clock
I could almost hear the second hand turn
tick tick ticking along
doing the math in my head
12 times every 5 seconds equals 1 minute
hands sweaty and holding my books tightly to my chest
ready to make the run for it
when the bell would ring

Off we would go and not one tarry behind
at least I would not know
I was gone gone gone

Now at my much older age
I wonder what it’s like
the last day of school
when school is not open
when kids are learning at home
what do they grasp
what makes their palms sweat
where will they home
when they are already home

I loved and lived for those last days
how I wish each child could know that feeling
not to mention teachers
and parents
yeah
yay for last days
may they come again soon
to a school near you

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