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I wrote this poem after my first Calc I test freshman year. I went on to get a B+
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
When will I know all I need to know?
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
I studied so hard, away from the sun.
I knew it all, but was simply too slow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
The test has been taken; did I get even one?
I bang my forehead in an expression of woe.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
Regrets are for the past, from it do not run.
I can do better. My Will, will not bow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
The battle is lost, but the war will be won.
My strength will stay firm, upriver I row.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
Excuses are plenty, I will listen to none.
The season is early. I'll reap what I sow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
When will I know all I need to know?
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
I studied so hard, away from the sun.
I knew it all, but was simply too slow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
The test has been taken; did I get even one?
I bang my forehead in an expression of woe.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
Regrets are for the past, from it do not run.
I can do better. My Will, will not bow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
The battle is lost, but the war will be won.
My strength will stay firm, upriver I row.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.
Excuses are plenty, I will listen to none.
The season is early. I'll reap what I sow.
I feel like crying, but no tears will come.
Sadness is pointless; the work has been done.