Friday, November 16, 2007

Class off 33

Class off 33

I sit at the back of the room now,

In a class of 33.

It’s kind of secluded back here,

Like being alone.

Funny how alone I feel,

In a class of 33.

Everyone seems to talk in front of me.

Like I’m not here.

I shouldn’t have moved back here,

In a class of 33.

It’s too late now,

There are no seats left.

By: Nancy F. Revie

Note: Nancy now works as a motivational speaker

1 comment:

ShannonGrace said...

I like poems like this...not every poem has to be heavy. Just thought I'd say so.