you miss the testing
of school days.
multiple choice always
being your favorite,
or the wide open,
in a hundred words
or less essay.
it was so simple then.
showing your work,
filling in the blank,
seeing the red marked paper,
handed back to you,
then a grade inked into
the teacher's ledger.
you knew where you stood
with the world and
others. passing or
failing, moving on
to another level,
or not.
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