Swamped, crushed, mired, moored.
Yes a rampaging beast that does not cease.
The end of term can be a boar.
One can often find themselves with books thrown into their
face.
We drink cup after cup of vigorous viscous liquid.
To what end do we chase?
We obscure ourselves from the truth blinded by these waters
we find ever so limpid.
The path in front of us may be clear but getting there can
fill one with fear.
A fear so true that it may leave one’s soul fridged.
Creeping ebbing a fear ever so near.
Shout, fight, self-affirm, through all these doubts and all
these trials we rise.
No matter how far or how close our dreams are, side by side
together we will Persevere.
A Poem by Silver Ray Evens
Very timely poem as we are approaching the final 30 days of our semester together ^_^
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Hmm... I hope to turn that fear into excitement in this coming Saturday's class as I walkthrough 'Fun with Functions', A6 Spreadsheet Analysis with Trailer, BQ1 through BQ11, and elaborate on how the remaining portion of our semester shifts from a determined and analytical mindset to a creative one :-)
End of semester is almost here. The road is still not clear. In which I don't fear. I march through life just like Poseidon with a heavy spear. Don't you dare come near. For it is fear that will strike when the end is here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thank you for commenting.
DeleteThe poet, the great poet! Allah praises you!
ReplyDeleteThe end of this semester is fast approaching. Let's keep pushing forward. The poems you post are very meaningful.
ReplyDeleteLiterally one more month till this semester is over. We are almost there keep pushing forward you got this my friend.
ReplyDeleteThe final 30 days will go by faster than you know it with Thanksgiving break and Christmas coming up. Everyone will be so busy with family that school will pass by in a flash.
ReplyDeleteThe end is coming. It will be a bitter sweet departure, but I will always cherish the moments we shared together as a class. It is the perfect poem for the occasion to come.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! In the present moment, I love counting down to departures and endings as one normally does when they have goals in mind; however, when the time comes, I get a little sad knowing I'm not going to see the same group of people or environment anymore. And when time passes, I like to look back and reminisce on those memories.
ReplyDeleteAs always, love reading your poems Juan. Yes, the end of the semester is near. Time seems to be going by faster the closer it gets.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing! Definitely agree with Silvia it will be a bitter sweet departure, but we did it!
ReplyDeleteVery well said. Classes will end and new chapters begin. We never forget our times we worked together to achieve our goal.
ReplyDelete"The end of term can be a boar," the end of the semester really does get harder as we all try to finish up and get caught up.
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