"Murphy was an optimist!"
Poem – On Stage November 10, 2004 6:19 amPosted by djuggler in : Daily Life
Oh It’s like a game.
The Teachers try to teach
the meaning behind Arthur’s play
But it is cruel.
The Teachers know the rules.
We cannot be told until after school
But when the final bell has rung
We are gone and a new class has begun
That cannot be told until after school.
So while in class we ponder the moral behind Arthur’s play
So we can make our report and make an A.
Then after school has come
And we are eager to get out and have our fun.
But no one is there to remind us that Arthur’s play has begun.
We get out and make our calls to impress the Boss
And all the while Cliff’s notes sit at home.
Why do we not remembe the moral of the play
from day to day after school?
Then sometime when it is far too late
Perhaps sitting in a bar being contemplative
We will think of Arthur’s play
And recognize our after school fate.
Arthur tried to teach us early
That we are all destined to play a role.
And we shall all be Willy in his Play.