The Plan

It’s time to go to bed now,
It’s time to go to sleep.
It’s time to figure out how,
To cry without a peep.

It’s really not that bad,
The pain will go away.
I guess I should be glad,
I’ll see another day.

A bruise upon my shoulder,
It really starts to hurt.
A tank top would be bolder,
But I’ll wear a long-sleeve shirt.

For when tomorrows here,
No mention will be made.
I’ll waive with giddy cheer,
With my aching shoulder-blade.

But it’s time to go to bed,
Time not to make a sound.
Time to rest my head,
On a pillow on the ground.

I would get up on top,
If it wasn’t such a strain.
For with just a little hop,
I can really feel the pain.

What will I wear tomorrow,
To cover up my chin.
Some make-up I can borrow,
And a story I can spin.

Its been getting pretty hot,
But I know what this means.
The shorts that momma bought,
I will toss them down for jeans.

Wearing shorts, I’ve tried,
As the temperature would rise.
But they don’t really hide,
The bruises on my thighs.

My cheek is really red,
But only the left side.
So I’ll just rest my head,
While on the bus I ride.

If anybody wonders,
A story I will tell.
They all know my blunders,
I can simply say I fell.

That one they can see,
And dismiss without a care.
For all those who know me,
Know that I’ve tripped on thin air.

I think that gets it all,
As into the dark I stare.
And quickly start to fall,
Into a sweet nightmare.

I’ll make it through tomorrow,
With the plans that I’ve made.
I’ll smile through the sorrow,
As I head off for first grade.