A Pat on the Back

Words by: Isa

Week, start anew

Retired pages cemented by glue.

Bounded by knowledge, brain askew,

Take a breath, you have reached Timbuktu.

A job well done, cease your ponder,

Fluffed pillow, all but a somber.

Have I performed well, you wonder.

These numbers keep you afloat, like a boat on water.

You must rest now, oh soldier,

The prolonged weight shall be lifted from your holster.

Grades never mean forever,

But I know you performed exceptionally well this October.