another day it ends
my god how time doth fly
the suns zenith down
with shadows near my eyes
the warmth of sun descend
the red dusk yellow hue
the wind soft growing breeze
and daylight hours too few
my students pensive think
on test they do sweat
self resolve oh so strong
seek honors befit
their dreams await for them
with youth and promise still
to climb to heights unknown
great honors fulfill
the night it falls on day
no forebode fear nor pain
a chance recoup relax
and dream of plans attain
and now the night has fall
like strangely welcomed friend
not terror but of hope
disasters mete to rend
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