@Musician 3 September 2022

A poem about the first of September It just seems to us. A day like every day. Nothing unusual is happening Nothing but I see some crowd. Lots of beautiful children. Lots of beautiful tufts. All in new sneakers. With new suits. Perfumed and combed. They are waiting in front of big buildings. Buildings with colorful walls. Colorful fences. With soccer fields. They are waiting to hear the first bell. The first school bell! A lot of worried parents are waiting with them. They are smiling, but I can see that the smile is hiding something. It hides a serious face from them. They skillfully hide it so that children do not notice it. They look forward to the first school bell, but they are more concerned. They are afraid because the bell means that their loved ones, become great men. They are no longer children. It's not an ordinary day though. September 1st is the day when you start school. When you slowly enter into serious life. So have a happy start. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash