Recess

Soaking in dismal, dampened down-filled shrouds
We boil and freeze in the snow and sleet
And trudge our way through another play time.

Now is the time where we learn of life
The politics attached to the gift of breathe
And the frustrations of controlled freedom.

And then . . .

In the soulless clang of the rusty bell
Eternal minutes are complete
We are herded back inside the walls
Forced to reinforce our lessons.