School

In the dawn's early light, I rise at seven, Bound for a system where my dreams are leavened. Back home by three, what do I gain? A lesson on "x," or to write an essay in vain? Taxes and homes, foreign concepts indeed, Yet "find x" and essays are all I feed. Forced into schooling at tender years, Expected at eighteen to face life's fears. Teach me to navigate the job market's sway, Guide me in securing a place to stay. Show me the ropes of adult life's chore, Not just "x" or essays, but so much more. At four or five, my journey begins, By eighteen, they say, my fate should win. But lost in equations and grammatical haze, I yearn for wisdom in life's maze. Let the curriculum expand its reach, Beyond algebra's confines, beyond essay's speech. Empower the youth with practical know-how, To thrive in the world, to make their vow.