Your journey here is at a close
Your time is almost up
The end is so close
This is your reckoning child
Four years of hard work
Cannot rest on luck
As whispers grow loud
And confidence cannot come
Whispers want their prize
An accolade for the wise
A job well done
Or a lie well told
The teacher has his pride
Friends doubt your esteem
Your walls are closing in
Whispers claim a shortcut
All the glory-none of the hard work
“You don’t have to be the best in class
Just the best on paper”
So they say
And the temptation is far too great
Child, mind the threat
Whispers said the answers would be…
Whispers said the questions would be…
Whispers said that the exam was easy…
Whispers, whispers, whispers
Until the whispers went dead
When the exam was not it
And neither questions nor answers
Were ever close to right
And the thumping heart
Fill with fright
Child, no one starts to climb a tree from the top
And if you tried, you would fall
Respect the course of time
Believe in yourself and your work
And silence the whispers
For you only stand tall,
Not by luck
But the value of your work
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