The yellow train
Comes by each day
To take to a place
Where we can play.
Except one litte thing
A thing of concern
This place of destiny
Is also a place to learn.
Many who come
Possess no desire
And by the end of the day
Seem to be on fire.
From class to class
Day by day
Their patience grows weak
As they do not want to stay.
Others come
With a desire to learn,
Reading constantly
As their eyes begin to burn.
But because of their will to learn
These students, they keep on stern.
With no other place to go
Eight hours a day,
All must wait
To go home on the yellow train.
Copyright 2003 By Alvin Shaul
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