It was Wednesday.
It was a school day.
And I was in my bed.
Students were in their room
catching up on homework
or watching Netflix.
Adults were working
completing projects for their boss
or perhaps on their lunch break
talking with their colleagues.
But it was Wednesday.
It was a school day.
And I was overwhelmed.
Perhaps in a lecture hall
somewhere on the globe
the laughter of many voices
fills the room.
Somewhere, the school bell rings.
Symbolizing the end of a school day.
Children eagerly grab their things,
forming two straight lines.
As the children get a glimpse
of the sunlight,
they lock eyes with their mom
and jubilantly run into her arms.
But it was Wednesday.
It was a school day.
And I just began a long day’s work.
the sun begins to set in the East,
illuminating the city skyline, for all to see.
Just as fireflies are lighting suburban lawns,
for children to play in the autumn eve.
As the crawls in, all return home.
Wishing well to their loved ones.
The rest their heads and begin to count sheep.
Just as they were taught as a child,
they speak not a peep.
But it was Wednesday.
It was a school day.
And I again got nothing done.
Disclaimer: This poem was written for a class.
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