Wednesday, July 25, 2007

My Senior Year

My college senior year
Is proving to be the most boring
Because most of my teacher
Were recycled
They were the same old faces


It’s not that I hate them
In fact, I love some of them
It’s just being with them
For the last six sem
Is beginning to feel like
I am married to all of them

My wife and I
Only meet at the end of the day
While these teachers of mine
I meet almost everyday
In the classroom or on the hallways
Or in the comfort
Of our uncomfortable comfort rooms


It’s not that I hate my teachers
In fact, I love some of them
It’s just being with them
For the last six sem
Is beginning to feel like
I am married to all of them