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
Friday, November 16, 2007
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I like poems like this...not every poem has to be heavy. Just thought I'd say so.
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