Class begins with droopy eyes Dreary skies A premonition of bleak surprise-- A day like the one before Words etched in bold chalk letter Tighten the fetter Students, uncaring as a crotchety old debtor-- Yawn and feign interest for life The lecture sets forth with little preamble An angst-dashed scramble But one spark catches like wildfire to a bramble-- She raises her head from the desk Terms that mean nothing begin to ignite Molten and bright Phrases smolder, flash like a floodlight-- Peppery heat fills her chest Fingers extend from an aching fist A bewildering twist Torches blazing through the frosty mist-- Passion beckoned forth from the soul Cached away in a drab, dusty room Knowledge heirloom Hidden from her world by a festering gloom-- Urges her on through the fog Erudition in a dose like a drug Goading tug Heart thundering like current in an active spark plug-- She wrenches her calling from the chalk Students snore through the lesson then leave Ever naive But she hangs suspended without reprieve-- She has found the ultimate raison d’être Interest piqued like never before, Spiral and soar! ; One concept that brings her potential ashore-- A buzz she will chase for the rest of her life
Life and Lemons 