On the first day of school
I felt like a fool.
The doors were so tall,
The halls were so long
I could not move, only hesitate, stall.
I took a deep breath, and tried to be strong.
I took a timid step forward.
My eyes down, head lowered,
Hands clasped around my pack straps.
But the overwhelming crowd could only make me gap.
My heart starts beating fast
Where was my class? I can't be last!
Warm hands grasp my cold ones,
A gentle voice whispers, dissolving my fear;
"Come my sweet child, your time here is done,
I think you're with me, let's dry away those tears".
I'm led to a classroom
Bright, colourful and spacious.
Dozens of young faces, their smiles aimed-to whom?
Realization that it's for me leaves me speechless and gracious.
I look up to familiar books on the shelf
The walls seem less tall
And I think to myself,
School's not so bad after all!
