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Trite Erudite

Once I was willing to learn,
I treasured the ways of tuition.
And of the achievements I'd earn,
With my quaIification's fruition.

The knowledge I'd try to amass,
would make me feel bright and alive
And like fellow colleagues in class,
On the items of interest I'd thrive.

I wanted to help others out,
And generate cognitive thought,
But now that this hope is in doubt,
The sum of lifes purpose is nought.

Yet now all the learning I've gained,
Has been put aside and ignored,
And sadly the interest has waned,
And Ieft me disheartened and bored.

With pointless irrelevant training,
On subjects for which I care nil,
My lifes vital purpose is waning,
And so I feel constantly ill.

A check on the cause of my ills,
And the bleah looking future foreseeabIe,
And not to be reliant on pills,
Would make my life much more agreeable.

I wish I could regain my vim,
To then have a heaIthy prognosis,
But the chances of that seem so slim,
What a miserable diagnosis.   

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Chris