Sunday, January 25, 2015
To flout the tests requires mention of struggle,
But what is the fatigue of the mind now in infinity?
A paucity is peering into the mildness of delight,
To see tests is to mean rests, and all life is exact.
I am flustered, the real criticism is against my word,
The ingrate solves my puzzle to be a mercenary;
And they interest themselves in money,
And they see tests on this paper glow forever.
Soporific designs on the page reflect upon the mirror,
These are words attached, for the meanings to shine;
When are there dreams to disparage the pages of teams?
Where are the examinations and machines of a day in clouds?
Topic(s) of this poem: failure