Schoolwork Poem

Painful, indeed, are the hours of the night

When we must move our eyes from word to word

Of Shakespeare’s thoughts and sentences absurd.

At last, a math problem you’ve gotten right!

Can you imagine the budding delight

When your teacher detects that you have heard

His insistence on such methods preferred?

How in the world can my worries take flight?

All can be well if you can clear the mind,

And arrive at peace with the world around.

Silence the hopelessness and its sad sound

So another day’s work can be assigned.