During A Boring Lecture

Behold this summer morn,
I sit here by the window,
Bored with what I’m doing;
Should I sit here or go?

I look beyond the window,
To see what lies out there:
Just sunshine filled morning,
And morning fresh air!

With fond memories I think of home -
Home so far away,
Where someone’s waiting just for me -
Me and the month of may.

I ponder on my reason here,
A place of work, not play,
And like a child I pray with hope,
For time to pass away.

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