The Rat Race

The Rat Race short poem

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I am taking part in a race-the rat race
Where all that matters are marks and grades
And all I gain is unnecessary tension.
I am clueless when you ask me to apply my knowledge
For what I have learned is washed away
By the rains of examination.
Achieving excellence is passé; what matters is pipping others to the post.
Everyone waxes eloquently about not being caught in the rut
But adding degrees and not being off the beaten track is a must.
Times are changing-no doubt; options are aplenty
Let me enjoy what I learn without losing sight of my goals
For this alone will reward my efforts.
I need to be rooted and avoid complacency
Work at my own pace to avoid despondency
Then alone will I enjoy this rat race
For I will compete not with others but myself
Excellence will no longer elude me.

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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