For years and years in school,
But when you try to speak it,
You feel just like a fool.
So many words have flown the coop,
Escaped from in your brain,
And here you finally have a chance
To habla while in Spain.
You ask someone a question
And wait for his reply,
But your attempt is futile
Cause his words go racing by.
You smile and murmur gracias,
But you don't have a clue
To more than just a snippet
Of what has been said to you.
You think about the hours
You learned how to conjugate;
Yet just the present tense can cross
From memory's locked gate.
You sound so very juvenile
When you try to converse,
The patient looks of locals
Only make it that much worse.
The lesson to be learned is
If you learn a language, use it;
Or else before you've had the chance,
You probably will lose it!
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