I wrote this poem for my High school year book. It was after I quit school my junior year and then came back to finish.
A student who doesn't finish,
his life is destined to diminish,
because he doesn't have the knowledge to work from.
If he was to have grown a little more,
He could have had a chance in life to score,
But the foundation wasn't there to work from.
If he was to go back to school,
and build his mind unlike the fool,
he could succeed in all his wildest dreams.
But he thinks its to late,
he believes its not his own fate,
But what does that young man really know?
