My books are scattered on the floor
I want to throw them out the door
I love the content of the pages
But would rather be out earning wages
I am sick of being tired and worn
Feel like I’ve been in school since I was born
My kids are growing up so fast
What was once my future is already my past.
I want so badly to counsel those
Who suffer from worries and from woes
But how much longer can I take
Before my body and mind will break?
I remind myself “Just 2 years more”
And “At least my classes aren’t a bore.”
“Keep plugging away, plow right through”
“Soon you will help those who feel blue!”
2 saal baad kia tabdeeli aegi?
