The Inkwell

School Bag

Back in the day,
we were inseparable –
You and I

We sashayed down
chequered tile corridors
turning male heads

I held your books
and improved your looks
as you waited in a bus stop nook

You kept me polished – nice and clean
in attempts for you to be seen
whilst girls looked on with eyes – green

Monday to Friday – I went from thin to fat
as teachers gave classes in this and that
and you got work – to take home to your flat

But now you’re grown up – with a good job
We’re still together – you’re no snob
holding assignments – from work and not school
and workmates agree – together we’re cool!

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.