So bored within a scheduled life,
full dullness penetrates her eyes.
Stagnancy keeps thrills in a cage,
simmers slowly to fuel up rage.
Another day, another class,
stare at the clock, watch seconds pass.
So tired with words teachers say,
detest their lectures everyday.
Another seat, another rule,
stare into space an aimless fool.
Only escape, a window view,
that hold the key to what is true.
Another quiz, another test,
a different night filled with unrest.
Anxiety knocks on her door,
ambitions never meet the score.
Another thought, another hope,
a change of pace to help her cope.
Future so bright, lights up her mind,
a new outlook, one of a kind.
Sweet daydreams show how time will be,
positive angles set her free.
A hidden smile exposes joy,
learns happiness is her own choice.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #212 hosted by Fandango
Interesting writing, like all you share with us.
Hugs from afar, my friend Grace.
Thanks so much, dear Lincoln.💕
Beautifully written. Loved it.
Thanks so much 💕
Great take on the photo prompt Grace 💕 – (I think I will have a look it’s been a while since we have had one of these from Fandango)
Thanks, Angela. Paula was hosting his prompts for a while but he came back last week.💕
Oh, wow, I remember those days! I really love your writing and depth. Thank you.
Thanks so much.💕
My pleasure!
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It is amazing how wisdom comes when one least expects… I love the last verse and its epiphany on finding happiness.
Happy you enjoyed it, my friend. Thanks a bunch, dear Suzette.💕
As always a pleasure Grace. Cheers!
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Hold on seniors, it’s only a few more weeks! 🎓 Perceptive poem, Grace.
Yesss. Absolutely. Thank you.💕
🙌🏻 You are welcome! 💞
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Thank you, that’s a good poem. Can relate to the part about looking out the window.
That was one of my favorite pastimes during my school days.💕
Lovely take Grace
Thanks so much 💕
You’re welcome
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Very nice
Thank you 💕
It’s so natural, but pep talk helps a lot, as in the last two stanzas of yours. Good one, Grace 👌💖
I absolutely agree. Thanks so much, my friend.💕
Always a pleasure, Grace 💖
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It’s like you read their minds, Grace! Excellent piece.
Thank you so much, Eugenia. Happy you enjoyed it.💕
My pleasure, Grace! 💖
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In the view of the window beyond, the birds are singing without lessons, without teachers, not even their mothers will give them lectures. And yet there is an intrinsic music in all souls that yearns to sing without a music teacher and a test. There are discretionary musings to write down, one’s own projects, but all must wait for another arithmetical calculation for the dull accountings of the structures of ancient buildings that must not fall until there is a new way to build a palace of dreams. As sad as the students are, the teacher is worse if the teacher no longer has original dreams, and only repeats the lessons like an angry mantra.
Absolutely. Thanks for sharing.💕
Wow Grace, this is amazing!!! I love how you start with raw authenticity of feeling stuck and then the realization at the end! Absolutely glorious, my friend. That final stanza shines so brightly 🤍🤗
So sweet of you. Happy you enjoyed it, dear Grace. Thank you so very much, my friend.💕
Beautifully written words of encouragement for all seniors, Grace! 💞💞💞
Thanks so much, my friend.💕
Captivating.🖤✨
Thanks so much.💕
Great poem and timely Grace … New Grads coming soon! 💞
Yes. My youngest is one of them.💕
Awwww, I had a feeling! What great fun times ahead and new beginning’s of empty nesting. Altho from this vantage point, I’m not sure they ever leave truly but it definitely changes dynamics. 🥰
Bittersweet. It sure does. Still have my 15 year old step daughter so not totally empty nesting.💕
Yes, indeed. Oh good, time with her will be nice too!!!!💞
It sure will.💕
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Great writer ✍️
Thanks so much 💕
You’re welcome
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