Simply flipping pages of many books
Of just about few hundred pages each
Isn't simple at all of any sort as it looks,
In fact to learn something is to teach
Oneself to infer everything within reach;
Yesterday began the simple mess
As the day went by it added to the stress,
Math used to be fun, but on paper
Answers didn't come, well, writing proper
Answer for the unasked question
Was the first fault, but dragging the situation
For mechanics as well was something
That wasn't anticipated, knowing everything
Never matters, when the time comes
How you express your knowledge only matters;
There is time and there is space as always,
If one decides to correct the errors then one has
To make sure to seek and find the ways
In order to improve the ability one possesses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem