A Students Cry Poem by David Beckham

I see light years ahead
My struggles, I see the payoff…
Not in prices of lands of corn fields
Or in stacks of gold and trinkets
Or in cars rolling on 22's
Yet, I see the payoff

I see the payoff to the endless calculus
The monstrous homework of these "evil" professors
And the evil exams that ages one quick
An impecunious student and his trademark backpack
Yet daily he returns, to that which torments his mind
Knowledge he seeks, victory will surely be his

I feel the sweat daily wash down the face
It hides neither the wrinkles nor the strain
Or the endless agony of many sleepless night
Waking up in the morning and saying to self
"It is 7 o'clock and I am behind again"

The sun is up over my window
Not that I see its wonders or its radiance
Or its beautiful glow over the land at day
But to self I ponder and rightly so
"Why can't the night go any bit longer? "
I hit the snooze and now the danger
Of missing the bus and my morning class

I see light years ahead oh sure I do
Of these marriage we share, oh sure I do …
Through the misty dew and dense fog
And the not so friendly winter laden sky of the mid-west
I see the wind; push the trees from side to side
And the hats that fly "bye bye" with the winds from the south
Yet to school I go and brave the elements

I am with you and you with me
I seek no other for there is no other
The only way that I know to entertain life is with you
Books for breakfast
Library for lunch
Study for dinner
My menu you assigned to me and I accept it as so
This struggle is with a purpose
And that's the call I answer this day
To go on out there and do great things