Death of Knowledge

What once was can no longer be

The glimmering shadow of creativity

There’s no more learning and no more thought

But more excuses on why we should not

Maybe one more class, maybe just more time

I could have learned to poem without a rhyme

You gave us a choice and knowledge is dead

And now on all of my words will stay in my head

The school of thought is no longer alive

But it still attracts us bees like a honey hive

An elegy for a class, I know it’s dramatic

But it’s like digging up old work from the attic

Dusty, dim, and sometimes boring

Yet always calms when my heart starts pouring

May 8th, 2023