High School609

think, think, the day was hot.
the day was cold, the peaple
you know, were playing in
the -snow.
think, think, the night was
long and some how fast.
go, go, as you reach your
friennds, then they push
you away and go on thier
way.-and then, right before
your eyes you find some
money and some new
friends.

by DAVID GERARDINO

Comments (2)

I like this'poem/song' very much. It is very true to a 'high school' experience.
this poem/song sounded good when i played it on my guiter, having said that i should go over it one last time...........