My Last Day

I came to Ardmore every day,
At least to me it seemed that way,
I was like any student in the school,
I tried to test each teacher's rule,
Though maybe I didn't try my best,
I was average, like all the rest.
Well, not average, I’ll have to tell,
For truthfully I could not spell.
I did o.k. till the going got rough,
And the teachers seemed a little tough:
My grades were fair, but sometimes lower,
Over some report cards I almost swore.
Now since it's all over, I guess I'm glad.
But, to tell the truth, I believe I'm sad.
Like all the rest I'm really down,
Today I can hardly make a sound.
I shall wave at the school to which I have been,
Never to return as a student again.

Paul Rollins

1953