The school of life is a harsh one
There is no textbook
There is no siting exam
You either get it
Or you don't
There is no degree
There is no graduation
To celebrate your might
There is no legal age
To be acknowledged
You are or you die
It is as simple as that
One thing you may be sure
Whatever your progress
Or lack of success
There is no career
Nor uplifting vocation
You can follow truly
But after all is said
You have the certitude
Your fortitude will be tested
To its ultimate boundaries
Whatever they may be
Time and time again
For no reason at all
As nothing is sacred
In the school of life.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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