Poem: New School

I’m not sure that I want this
Not sure that I’m ready
Change is good, they say, but
You sit there like a sphinx
Clever, bewildering, you
Seem to be smiling.
I shift in my seat
Legs dangling, hanging,
Plankton in the vast ocean
Of knowledge, of life.
As I enter your gates
The air feels fresher, different
The sun’s rising blush colours the sky
I see a rose garden
Smell the blooms on the breeze
And I know that
Everything will be alright.

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