The Test
I watch them as they strain to write down scattered and fragmented thoughts, which they hope will sound profound.
All are stone faced, expressionless at the start; then some
purse their lips and others tug at sleeves
They struggle with the words as their hand moves swiftly,
racing over the blank white sheet, which endlessly stretches before them.
They force themselves by sheer strength of will; to dredge up
from their deepest soul a heartfelt testimony
So innocent and pure their thoughts as they strive to create
the perfect phrase, but time their ever present enemy passes ever quickening
its pace.
Then the facade begins to crumble and they are once again
human beings resigned to the vagaries of fate.
Written by Mark R. Day on May 8th 2012 conceived while watching my AP
U.S. History Students take the AP Exam.
Copyright Mark R. Day 23 September 2012, all rights reserved
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