We burn
like melting ice
on a coal fire.
Is not April
the cruellest month of all?
(echoing Eliot)
To burn us ‘Cool Dudes'
like butter
on a hot pan ~
While you work
Like a bee,
And then like an ant.
When someone suddenly turns on the AC
and you turn into Arctic ice-cream sizzle.
Yet,
You know you had a good day.
Despite all the odds,
and Ends.
And,
You know that tomorrow,
There will be a greater test
for you to face.
To challenge you
and to push you harder,
and closer,
towards one of your most important goals.
So remember now, to keep your spirit,
Your smile.
Your soul,
and your heart too.
And to stay awake tonight,
Burning the midnight oil…
For today's work
is tomorrow's bread.
~
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