Class Room Memories

 

I was the happy clown who made every one laugh

I was the tomboy who did not care for the boys

I was the brave who stood up to mean girls

I was the fool who got punished for helping the weak

I was the curious who asked the weird questions

I was the poet who got picked on for being creative

I was the observer who always sat in the last raw

Time has flown by I am still the same cheerful clown

Putting a smile to the people who struggle through life