The first to come in was a boy who said he was Year 7
“But that’s only at school ‘cos I’m really eleven”
His face was well washed and his hair was brushed back.
He carried his books in his bright new back-pack.
The next to come in was a lass in Year 8.
She had run all the way so she would not be late.
Her buttons half-done; she looked a right mess.
As if she’d never been taught how to dress.
The next to come in were a pair in Year 9.
They looked far too ready to have a good time.
Sharing a walkman with one ear-piece each.
Here were two kids I’d struggle to teach.
The next to come in was a gang from Year 10.
Five little boys who thought they were men.
Pushing and shoving and acting the fool.
They didn’t care that this was a school.
The last to come in were a crowd from Year 11.
I’d been trying to teach them since the start of Year 7.
I’d offered them knowledge but they’d rejected my gift.
After 5 wasted years I felt a bit “miffed”.
When I went to school it was years 1 to 5.
And for a good education we’d all really strive.
A good education was your passport to life.
We wouldn’t dare give the teachers such strife.
What’s caused the change? Why this disrespect.
Why are teenagers brains all hitting reject?
Old fashioned values have been knocked into touch.
People value the individual far too much.
Gold trophy winner
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