First Day
By Melissa, age 16, New York
The light shines through my window,
The alarm blasting in my ear,
There's still no way to know,
What will come of this year.
The first step back inside,
The hugs and kisses all around,
The summer joy has died,
The school time blues I've found.
But once I see a friend,
School doesn't seem that bad,
And usually we tend
To not be so sad.