Sunday, October 21, 2007

Move On

Breathe
Relax
Control Anger
Stop Crying
There's nothing to cry about
Stop IT!
Your such a baby
Breathe
Dry your tears
You've got work to do

1 comment:

Unknown said...

i understand this completely! it is so accurately describing the life of a deerfield senior! this year has been unbelievably busy, and it has also been a large excercise in learning diligence and perseverance. i like the last two lines of the poem especially! nice.