In a bid to prove we’re a rounded bunch here at HBS, we’re starting this new section. We’ll publish either new works (eg composed during a dull finance class), or your favorite poems by others. Submit suggestions to sjohnston@mba2002.hbs.edu
Waiting for Monday Morning
We meet everyday, well almost,
I don’t see you weekends
And remaain untouched
By your eyes
Until Monday
When the white veil lifts
And you see me in all my glory,
My world divided into distinct compartments
Of black and white,
You look at me
You look away
But I draw you back
And sometimes even force you to take
notes of our interaction,
Laughter, applause, ah! That’s my cue
To provide you with a clean slate
Every-time
For I am the blackboard in your classroom
