Three months of fun,
And lots of laughter,
Classes were great fun,
Exams were a disaster.
The early morning chat,
Laughing at a poor joke,
Are all things of the past,
Lost in a cloud of smoke.
Now I am left all alone,
Lost in this wilderness,
With no one to talk to,
Wandering along in darkness.
How I wish I could go back,
To the life I had before,
And get rid of this boredom,
I don't want this anymore.
Why do you crib so much? When you don't get opportunities you keep blaming your luck, and now that you have got one you are lamenting the past. Grow up kid! Life is not a bed of roses.
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