fear

I sit for hours at school, and the same at home.

I'm always busy in my room studying things like Rome.

They raise me like their own since my parents are unable.

They give me clothes and comfort and food on the table.

They rarely see my face,

and never seen me race.

What home will I go back to once I leave for the best?

How will I get through when life begins to change?

I want to live with them forever; I don't want to rearrange.

But time takes more and more of my grandparents each day,

and time will eventually take my grandparents away.