Science

Chris Skiles

Science class 

Was my fourth from last 

Right before a freezer-box lunch. 

I was the best in the class 

This class of biology. 

Taught by Ryan Willy 

I thought it was so thrilling 

And good for the soul 

To learn about lichen, algae 

Certain kinds of luminescent mold. 

I was not so old 

But bright to admire 

This thing called science 

A cool spring but also an invigorating fire. 

But my desire for this was quickly put down 

Other duties and tasks I soon in myself found; 

Not so decent or profound. 

As I look back at this class 

With passion and desire 

Another class like that I don’t ever think 

I’ll ever find again to be able to so admire. 

So I’ll sit in the mire 

Of lost potential, and wake 

With a fragment of my soul lost 

That will ever so ache.