323. Poem – The Mid Terms

The time has come,
The day is here,
To take our mid-terms’ test.
My notes are scattered,
My eyes are red,
My head is quite a mess.

Though I have lived
for quite a while;
Though I know that I must try;
When I see
an exam sheet,
All I want to do is cry.

Alas! There’s no
way out of this;
I hear Mr. Churchill saying:
“If you find
yourself in hell,
This I say: Keep Going.”

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