I think that this poem we all can relate to in our lives. It is:
THE TEST
Students are pawns
As lines are drawn
Who will win?
Who will fail?
Chairs have shifted
Paper is placed
Now is the time when grace is erased
From somewhere you hear a "Now"
As paper the sound of dried leaves truned around
Hurriedly the pencil is running,
Scribbling, hurrying
Your mind is going "hurry, scurry, I cannot stop,
I have to reach the top"
"But push I cannot stay
For questions blow the mind away"
Now it's over, everything's done,
That was easy, that was fun
Get one wrong, I did not
Never am I in that spot
