It's that time of the year again.. people mind their own business with a somber face, the air reeks of failed expectations.. CA results. This poem is dedicated to all my student-friends who, at some point, have encountered results blasphemously against their expectations (and that, if you notice, makes pretty much all of us).
Disappointment is…
Bitter tears in your eyes,
not easy to walk by.
That sinking feeling in you,
the heralder of the blues.
The time when you doubt
if dreams are things
you should live without.
It shows you
forks in roads
where there are none.
Disappointment is what you gotta earn
if you want to pay the price to learn.
Because loopin' around is what I'm good at. And I can't get over the fact that Harry Potter is over.
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