I woke up early, the sun not too high,
Rushed to the bathroom, half ready to cry.
I thought I'd fix my bed real quick—
But sometimes I skip it, old lazy trick.
Even when morning gives me a head start,
I still end up late—that's the hard part.
It's like my body moves in slow-mo mode,
Dragging my feet down the same old road.
Most days I walk on my way to school,
But then I spot things that just look cool.
A cat on a roof or a bird on a sign—
I stop, I stare, and lose track of time.
Then suddenly I check the clock,
"Oh no, I'm late! "—a mental shock.
I rush down the road, my legs on fire,
Trying to look calm, but I'm a liar.
When I reach the gate, it's always the same,
The anthem plays, and I feel the shame.
I whisper, "Girl, this is your fate—
Waking up early, but still showing up late."
People see me and maybe they say,
"Does she come late every day? "
I act like I'm fine, but deep inside,
I want to turn around and hide.
I like this poem as it truly reflects realities of student life. Keep writing more and I know you can share more lovely and meaningful poems to all readers in PH. take care and Napakaganda mo kaya tuloy ako'y na inlove sa iyo. melvin
Nice poem portraying what most students do, well being young and curious about many things is part of growing up! Do not be late next time, ok? A 10
A little feeling of guilt appears in this poem: I'm late at school, gets distracted easily. At school I was like this...Well, I saw the picture of this author who has a nice smile...it consoles myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice very Nice... Lahat yata narasan tanungin ang sarili kong bakit ganito oh ganun, pero alam natin na tayo at tayo lang din ang nakaka alam sa sagot. 👍