Swot

It’s 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 I’ll have passed with flying colours

and on a day unlike all others
will saunter through the streets instead.

I won’t be bored, I tell myself:
the world will sparkle, and the hours

will sprinkle down in golden showers.
I won’t need anything – my wealth

will be the knowledge I’ll forget
and which I haven’t learnt as yet.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them