Questions!

This poem is dedicated to my dear students (who studied WH questions).

 

And to whom would you call after you leave?

And who will help me when it gets harder to breathe?

And why would I think you care?

You weren't even there.

And where would you now go?

To tell the truth I really don't know.

So what else do you want me to do?!

Stay! I beg. But it simply depends on you.

How would I continue? Which step should I take??

You sigh and then take a little break.

 

When did all this happen? You'll finally ask.

And I'll quietly answer: when you were f a r  f a r away from class.

 

The End

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