We learned colors
And made friends
That were like brothers
Began counting by tens
Drawing was a struggle
First made me cry
But my friends made me chuckle
Next to the slide
This was second grade
It was unlike no other
With the numbers I played
By the help of my mother
Third began normal
Until tragedy struck
The pandemic opened a portal
The world had bad luck
Fourth was a breeze
Conquerors were named
Who brought disease
The natives were blamed
The saddest year by far
Middle school was creeping up
I wished on a shooting star
My heart began to jump
Meeting new people
Lockers were tough
Math pinched like a needle
Times were truly rough
The middle of the board
Eighth graders were an idol
But we were ignored
It was an endless cycle
The top of the ladder
The climb is done
Students would chatter
But the colors are still fun
