The Passing Day

This is a slilly poem and it's really true about me! Enjoy!

When the day is over
I think of all I did
Was I responsible
I don't think it's possible!

Was the mark on my Math quiz bad?
Will it make my parents sad?
Did I goof the day off?
Should I try to pretend I'm sick, let me fake a cough?

The studets have their eye on the clock
The handles slowly go tick-tock
They are waiting for release
One has to hope he can get home in one piece

When I get home, I ask myself
The questions my mom usually asks
Was today a worthwhile day?
Or was it so bad, I'll have to pay?

I'm getting ready for bed
I'm trying to get my eyes closed
But the movie of school replays in my mind
I hit Stop
And I'll watch a new one tomorrow