by Profe Steve
It was a match made in heaven. The middle school class And the crazy teacher. From grade six to grade seven Time will slowly pass Like a midnight creature.
So many drama filled days Boyfriends, girlfriends, and makeup Homework and high stakes tests. You can’t find any paved ways Every day is a shake-up You want to do your best.
Changes you can’t understand. Crazy conflicting emotions You carry a crushing weight You walk on shifting sand Head filled with crazy notions What will be your fate?
But though you tiptoe in fear Of tomorrow and its care, As you’re surrounded by rancor, My heart will always be near Willing to help you bear, And forever be your anchor.