College Kid

As I return from class, it's cold,

Arthritic knees are old,

My mind is tired as my thoughts transpire

to the knowledge that I now hold.

It's learning that drives me,

from bed to class, just invision.

And I'd have it no other way

If only I could fully pay my tuition.

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