Exhaustion! You clutch at every sinew of my soul,
Straining, aching, struggling to go on,
Humour is lacking, the glass is not full,
Fighting a battle, never to be won.
But low and behold what cure is before me?
I recall what my Nan used to say,
Advising me strongly on how to live life,
Ticking me off in her usual way:
"Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise!"
Life is so busy , tired are we all,
So remember dear granny's words oh so wise,
Sleep is the medicine to cure modern ills,
In slumber the solution to all trouble lies.
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The Assorted Drivel of a Student
PoetryA collection of poems written whilst studying, covering the highs and lows of education and growing up whether that be the stresses and strains put upon friendships; the growing experiences with love; the draining pressure put upon students or the g...
