Days of January

I sleep, I wake up.

This is how days go,

In January.

It’s cold, it snows,

I want to go home.

I study late,

I get good grades,

I act nice,

I smile fairly.

January, February,

I hate them so-so much,

Every day it’s the same.

Sometimes I get tired,

I just want to stop,

Perhaps do nothing.

But I know I can’t,

Even now, in January.

I should be enjoying this month,

This freezing eternity.

Sándor Emma   VII. B