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Carry On
The time fleets quickly,
From one lesson to the other,
As questions quite prickly,
Are left to sink asunder.
The caring touch and embrace,
Of a friend I try to understand,
Does bring elated grace,
As we clench with open hands.
The many tasks set for term,
Are completed and ready to be sent,
Some having already received their praise,
For fine accomplishment.
A favour returned quite timely,
In a non-assuming way,
Did fill a gap and lining,
The pantry for many days.
The dear faces of the collective,
Have shone and leant a hand,
In the keeping of perspective,
And celebrations grand.
I am ranting of the first term break,
That saw a very splendid rest,
With me frolic and relaxed to take,
A weight up off my chest.
But next week I know,
It is in fact three days,
That back to college I shall go,
In the educational haze.
And at first I'll canter,
Or stroll with a gait,
And cheerfully banter,
With all at the TAFE.
And probably keep studying at it,
Throughout the greater term two,
And at times firmly grab it,
Learning what I should do.
With bits and hardware,
Binary and hex,
Bytes and software,
And computer text.
But it is not the content,
Of my computer course,
That sees me so bent,
On this reflective discourse.
But merely the rigour,
Of the end of term tests,
That sees my nervous vigour,
Engulf my madness with sweet zest.
But I find I usually pass,
And the worry was not needed,
And I complete my tasks,
After becoming rather seeded.
So I shall hopefully try,
To remain a firm resolve,
That not to fret as if I'll die,
When my memory dissolves.
