In life,
sometimes, like a
bored, worn out student,
you raise your hand
for attendance purposes only.
Otherwise,
familiar with the fact
that the school is long over
and done with.
Your wife and children
gaze at you, first in amazement,
then take up their mental registers
and mark you present for the day.
Your wife smiles, the kids giggle.
You play along, take notes
and grin in return while
tinkering with the broken toy.
The school maybe up,
the class isn't -
It never is.
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