That is the question.

Whether tis nobler to stay home one more year,
gnoshing on animal crackers and coloring,

Or to load those neuron capacitors with ammo
so they may fire sooner and surer,
to better achieve their full potential.

Will planting you in the garden of kinder now make you blossom
or make your fragile shoot wither in the face of social corruption?

Will another year of playschool keep you pure, wondrous, awe-some
or hinder your thirst for knowledge as it’s satiated too easily?

Am I second-guessing the educational policy-makers-that-be
or my prospects for the next year –
my last with you
or my first of freedom
?