Itís time to hunker down and swot
with coffee as my only friend
and each dawn closer to the end
which in the distance I can spot:
the happiness which lies ahead
when Iíll have passed with flying colours
and on a day unlike all others
will saunter through the streets instead.
I wonít be bored, I tell myself:
the world will sparkle, and the hours
will sprinkle down in golden showers.
I wonít need anything Ė my wealth
will be the knowledge Iíll forget
and which I havenít learnt as yet.
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom Vaughan would be
pleased to hear them