A new phase, a new life;
A new place, longer strides,
The journey to the future ever so clear
Filled with thorns and bristles ever so near
Hard work and determination the arms to bear
Failure is never an option, I hope you hear!
Books piled as high as the Eiffel Tower
Rich with savoury knowledge,
Their contents to devour.
Social life is a zero, but there’s a lot to explore,
A new life of freedom and responsibility,
The promise of excitement, a possibility.
The cold long nights, the chaos of silence;
The back aches from being bent over for hours on end,
Munching on and digesting the intellectual diets imperative for survival;
The streams of tears flowing ‘unsummoned’
Down down pale sweaty faces,
From long hours of staring into plain white pages,
The loss of sleep and pleasure a lesser evil
Contrasted with the anticipation and fear of judgment day!
The prayers, the advice, solicited or unsolicited
My mummy and Daddy, my siblings and friends,
The period we’ve all spoken about like the coming of the Lord;
Here it is, the moment of truth,
Will I be a victor or will I be conquered?
The latter of course is never considered
But one thing is certain
We have come this far,
And with painful joy;
We’ll make it to the Bar!