My New School
Here, I have to get the bus
There, I used to walk
Here, nobody speaks to me
There, we used to talk
Here, I don’t know any names
There, I knew them all
Here, I am a littlie
There, I was ten feet tall
Here, I don’t know where to sit
There, I had my place
Here, I’m always at the back
There, I won the race
Here, I don’t know where to go
There, it was easy as pie
Here, I feel like a stranger
There, I was one of the guys
Here, I’m getting on with it
There, it was a blast
Here, I’m putting my brave face on
There, is in the past.
There, I used to walk
Here, nobody speaks to me
There, we used to talk
Here, I don’t know any names
There, I knew them all
Here, I am a littlie
There, I was ten feet tall
Here, I don’t know where to sit
There, I had my place
Here, I’m always at the back
There, I won the race
Here, I don’t know where to go
There, it was easy as pie
Here, I feel like a stranger
There, I was one of the guys
Here, I’m getting on with it
There, it was a blast
Here, I’m putting my brave face on
There, is in the past.
This poem is copyright (©) Attie Lime 2023

About the Writer
Attie Lime
Attie Lime likes walking in fields, playing UNO, and new stationery. She has children’s poetry featured in Northern Gravy, Little Thoughts Press and Parakeet Magazine. Attie also enjoys nonsense poems and making up words. Twitter @AttieLime