I sat at my desk,
looking through the window,
thinking.
Thinking of the shame I had,
for not completing the homework
that was due today.
I began to ponder
about what excuse
should I come up with today.
I had used up many on previous occasions,
that I had ran out of them.
What I want this year…
I would like to
sit comfortably
knowing that I’ve done
what I needed to do for the day.
I like how you describe they way you used excuses then you ran out of them, i really like your poem.
ReplyDeleteNice, i feel the same way when i dont do hw
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