Life can really stink
Like a hunk of mouldy cheese
When you think
You are on the brink
Of receiving something grand
But then you don't
This poem comes to mind quite often. There's no real way to remember what the original thoughts behind this composition were. Somehow, it works.
Occationally hopes for how things "ought" to be are simply poorly thought out. For instance: I figured getting a job at the end of the summer would be a cake walk. As it turns out I am not unique in this hope. There are many with more need and better qualifications competing for the same positions.
If ever I needed patience and endurance; this is a great place to begin learning.
This poem comes to mind quite often. There's no real way to remember what the original thoughts behind this composition were. Somehow, it works.
Occationally hopes for how things "ought" to be are simply poorly thought out. For instance: I figured getting a job at the end of the summer would be a cake walk. As it turns out I am not unique in this hope. There are many with more need and better qualifications competing for the same positions.
If ever I needed patience and endurance; this is a great place to begin learning.
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