Achievement and Agony
By Zebadiah N
You are achievement,
You are agony.
Your shine is bright,
Your words are black,
No barrier can hold you back.
Yellow rims and blue trims,
Smooth fabric, solid gold.
Monstrous hands
With iron holds.
You don’t have a name, I call you it.
It reaches out to me, bit by bit
“Academic excellence!” it yells proudly “Manly West” I read so sadly
I find my medal like a bone.
An artifact to remind us
Of our past,
What used to be.