School Days
By larry r linville

I didn’t know how school would go.
They kept teaching things I didn’t know.
I attended a country one room school
where older kids thought I was a fool.

When my answer was wrong they would stare
making me wish I wasn’t there
but the teacher asked them questions too
which they missed before they were through.

They were smarter than when they came
so if I studied I’d do the same.
The next year I looked at a new class
seeing what I had learned to pass.

Each year had more for me to learn
and I was filled with great concern
that I’d soon sing a different song
because I’d stayed there much too long.

I made it through my college day
so seminary came my way.
At each step I worried a lot
thinking my ignorance would get caught.

When that last diploma was earned
and I though of all I have learned
I told myself I’d finished school
and no one could call me a fool.

With school done my learning goes on
and it seems like I’m never done.
Wisdom tells us we’re always a fool
and every day we are still in school.