'Get 100 Out Of 100' Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Like a bundle of sticks tied tight
It was in the past: now the rope
Has loosened and parts are flying
In different directions.

I keep changing my mind,
Adding things to do
Instead of concentrating on main purpose
For which I started, and every time

I think the phenomenon occurs
Only out of desire to know more
And to feel having done things on time
Better than others, and earn praise.

The praise need not be explicit
But I derive satisfaction
From knowing that I did it well
More importantly, better than others.

The effects of Mom's insistence
To do still better in class!