She looked at our class,
And saw anything but English scholars.
We rotated through, bent on fun after school,
Never giving the subject of English its chance.
Yet much much later, English is back,
Calling for expression, energy and purpose.
All the World’s a stage. But my English teacher,
Would look shocked to see,
What English expression has finally become.
And the long ago student would look just as shocked,
To see how English the subject, blurred so effortlessly into a lifetime of life.