An ode to universities

We all go to university for one reason or another; to chase a job we want, because our parents, or partners want us to choose a career. This poem comments on the reasons we choose higher education.

A beautiful campus she is, full of brick both young and old

Full of students she is, some meek, some bold

Alone on a hill I sat, surrounded by empty rooms and full alike

Feeling the warm sun on my face and a chill on my spine at the approaching loss of day.

As the wifi fails, and the lecturers move from class to class.

I still am not sure why i’m sitting out on the grass.

Or maybe I do know why, maybe I don't want to admit it.

As the last slither of daylight touches the courtyard a fleeting dream comes to mind.

Dreams, fickle as they are do compel us to choose a life

When we are forced from our flights of fancy on the edge of a knife

One side; a path we have always wished for, the other a life of servitude

Choose wisely they say, for one will end in happiness and the other in labour

But as the final chill of shadow touches bones like death

A carrion crow cries, and students go home to rest

A beautiful campus she is, full of brick both young and old

Always full of students she is, forever meek, forever bold

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Having done with university earlier this year, I can still so relate to this poem.
I think the second stanza has got to be my favourite, and relatable too.
Very lovely flow you have here. Nicely penned. :)