These Long Eleven Months Of Mine

So...

My 2011 summer vacation is coming to an end.

Now there are eleven months of school to dread.

Eleven months with those of my own age,

whom I fail to comprehend.

Eleven months to make impressions.

And thousand chances to break them.

Eleven months to feel the happiness,

of reaching home after school.

Eleven months to hope,

That summer will come soon.

These eleven months,

I ask this to those above

Make my life go slower,

my time is running out.

As I come of age, I feel my life leaving

those times of pure innocence;

those times of sweet believing.

I ask for good teachers

And pages that don't tear.

I have the good times to enjoy

And the hardships to bear.

I have these eleven months of past to write,

In my flowing blue ink,

the memories in my book of life.

Neatly for reminiscing.

May my line of fate cross with thine

And let it make the new days shine.

Leave the sadness of the past behind,

And give some space for a happy time.

And to think I haven't read much poetry outside my textbooks... Living in an imaginary world for most of your time really does wonders to your literary skill. =D

Well, I hope it's satisfactory. I felt my summer coming to an end and I just wanted to share my thoughts for the school year. For my seniors and juniors, my class starts in May, so I get only one month of summer. And thus, this sad poem. I don't want summer to end. Sitting in a classroom for eleven months is not my cup of tea. o_O~\