I found a blue spiral notebook the other day. Since then, it's followed me. Once in a while it looks at me with sad, wanting eyes. So I open it and give it black-ink kisses, filling its empty soul with my growing life. Bumping the edge but not quite over Ten o'clock brought tears-- Along with checks and marks in red And presented todays' worst fears. Lunchtime was no sweet surprise; Catching up on homework, Speaking to mum of my demise. Bell rings and bell tolls Down the halls the student strolls On to find some better news But lack of sleep oft' pays its dues. Cheering up slowly as last bell sounds, Searching for some stronger grounds I seek what help may then be found And off to work for pay, I bound. Counting down the hours now Until the time He lands. Three hours and twenty minutes; As the countdown stands. Now off to find some better clothes Of a more relaxed, soft fit. And how I'm feeling as time goes on Gets better, bit by bit.