Study (poem)

How full is your mind
Of your endless grind?
My pen touches paper now,
Yours will soon, and then you will bow,
Qualification glistening in hand --
Now the sun blazes onto much sand:
Here you lie seeking rays and smiling.
So many years spent learning and filing --
It's difficult now, in these final weeks...
But be calm: this is all universities seeks.

I'm not sitting this time, though I always support
You -- if every it's help you need, I shall purport
All my effort into your revision.
I always forget, that it's your decision...
Thus, whether three marks or four,
You'll ace these tests with your score.
Hold on that few inches more.
With your brains you will bring money to the poor;
You've always impressed me, right down to my core.