Late for My Fate

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Babblings of a Babitt and His Companions

In the early 70's, home room was the first class of the day when attending High School and after X number times of being tardy you were expelled from attending school. It didn't seem to matter that you were dependent on someone else to drive you to school, although I could and sometimes did ride the school bus. Late for My Fate explains how I felt about the whole situation.

LATE FOR MY FATE

Alas, farewell!

I depart for three days, going my way.

Farewell to friends in this class.

Due to my past I will be outcast.

Mrs. Mallory, I hold no grudge.

I thought you’d always budge.

If I haven’t shown it, I tell you now, I’m grateful.

Although, it has turned out to be fateful.

I’ll miss these three days.

They won’t ever fade.

Not with three zeros for a grade.

It’s funny, when I think about it.

I don’t deserve punishment.

I’m not bad, not one bit!

Usually, I come and sit.

 Boy! That’s a nicer treatment.

Don’t misunderstand, I see your point of view.

But, what am I going to do; three days, so few.

If I had a couple more, across the country I’d soar.

You say from this experience I’ll learn.

I hope so, because inside, it makes me burn.

I don’t think it will help me to turn,

from my way to what you say.

Enough is enough and I’ve said enough!

A smile upon my face.

My heart filled with sadness, yet happiness too.

I run down the hall as the cheerful ringing of the tardy bell,

reminds me I’m late for my fate.


Submitted: May 25, 2020

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