Another school left in the past,
Another boy without a class.
One more midnight train ride,
Onemore night my mother cried
Herself to sleep only to be awoken
By the sight of me cold soaked
(and a small bit shaken.)
And if I think of my old school Pencey
An English teacher gone back to whence he
Came a swanky apartment on the upper west side
Then the night I left an how I cried,
I wonder what could only be if I made through the year
If there’s one thing certain,
One thing clear.
I know I wouldn’t be here.
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