Fitting In
Laughing
loudly at all the right times,
Lost
in the days of their prime,
Hoping
Someone would notice by the bell,
Waiting
for something that only time would tell.
Forced
in the class by Mom and Dad,
Some
know that things will end bad.
Trying
their hardest from day one,
And
knowing that in the end what’s done is Done.
Teaching
the willing was never a chore,
And
helping the Hopeful was never a bore.
But
some kids were never cheery,
And
somehow always seemed dreary.
Yet
day after day, and week after week
They
all seemed to meet a peak.
In
the end, they all have their way,
Never
knowing just how things will pay.
Nervously
they watched for the freak,
Who
would knock them from their peak.
The
cheery kids became the Weary,
And
the Dreary ones became the cheery.
When
all the needs came before,
All
would drop and help restore.
As
the going got rough, they made some fun
Hoping
to return to their days in the sun.
Rebelling
against Mom and Dad,
No
one knows what they might have had.
Standing
alone they could only yell,
But
together all seemed well.
Working
as a team, they climb
Reaching
for the stars in their prime.
