On the last day of school
Back
when I was a kid,
We
got our report cards
And
here’s what we did –
We
ran to our friends
And
compared what we found –
The
class we’d be in once
The
fall came around.
We
cheered or we cried
Knowing
where we would be
And
which pals in our classrooms
That
we’d get to see.
Today
those report cards
No
longer exist
And
there just are goodbyes
As
each class is dismissed.
At
the end of the summer
The
parents will learn
Which
teacher their kids will have
When
they return.
I
suppose that this method
Prevents
stress and tears
But
they’ll just show up when
The
new school session nears.
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