Some days I miss the smaller desk
Where I sat and I listened and learned.
I answered when called upon -- that was enough--
And my teachers' approval I'd earned.
Some days I miss the smaller desk
Where I read when they told me to read.
I wrote when they told me to write. That was all
That I needed for me to succeed.
Some days I miss the smaller desk
Where I kept just a notebook and pen.
I'd write a few lines that I thought sounded smart,
But if not, I could just try again.
Some days I miss the smaller desk
Where I counted down days 'til I'd leave.
The end was in sight, and my thoughts flew beyond
To the dreams that I knew I'd achieve.
Some days I miss the smaller desk,
For now twenty such desks point at me.
But the bigger desk gives me the chance to become
Who the smaller desk taught me to be.
