A Poem for College Students
Degrees of turn beyond a quarter past,
Are oblique angles, to the very last..
Repeat the equation, through a parallel plane,
Is the Hyperbola axis diminished by name?.
Think three dimensions, x- y- and z,
In reference to a variable, location be.
What’s a Parabolic, in the values of co-sine?
Are repressive expressions, of subgroups define?
Quadrature values, for the volume of Pi,
But don’t stop to calculate reason or why.
Go forth to answers, and exact solution,
Time relative to space, is just an illusion.
Beyond the ecliptic, apogee of spin
Isn’t the Tomorrow , a yesterday again?
In sub-atomic, down to the quark,
The nature of particles, glow in the dark.
Caught in a vortex of black holes that spin,
With inversed relationships, forming again.
What does it matter, anti or not,
Another dimension, is all that you got.
So where do you stand, as a particle wave?
An organic ghost echo, gone to the grave?
Look to the future, as if based in a parody
The statistical probability, is a incalculable singularity
Infinite anything, isn’t a truth.
Finite conceptions, the BIG BANG of youth
Say an Amen, to the complex design;
Trust in the emptiness, every things fine.
Believe in a Zero, it’s a concept of Math,
A nothing is something, is a gate to that path,
Empirical evidence, things you could measure,
Questioning everything, creates the treasure.
Listen to the ramblings, of the muttering fool,
His virtue is wisdom, and a valuable tool.
The truth in the Bible, is hidden by parable
Consistently valid, in a twenty century variable.
Learn by mistakes, it’s the nature of man
That nothing is proved, is part of the plan.
The long string of questions, connected in series,
Is better than answers, supported by theories.
Academical noble, philosophical part,
Supporting the other, heretical Art.
Where lies the value, in listing all nature,
A billion more nouns of trite nomenclature?
Universities charge you, to pander your brain;
Certificates of rectitude, participation abstain.
Independent creations, of the conceptual link, Proof that you study, doesn’t mean you can think.
A beautiful soliloquy, whispered in the dark,
By another old man, who dies in the park.
Volumes of knowledge, to dust every day,
Try and take notice, and not to look away.
The circles ever closing, as circles always do;
The old are giving ground, before creation of the new,
Who’ll be to blame, for the paradise lost?
What’s in the value of writing the cost?
When life is over, where will you go?,
What will remain , to be left to show?
Something you said, that others might quote?
A witty retort or cute antidote?
Where are scales Justice, for the balance begin?
When is the judgment of goodness or sin,
What’s your response, if the answer tomorrow?
An hours remains, to contemplate sorrow?
What is the consequence, to pass away tonight?
What’s your accomplishments, What was done right?
No question to answer, no passing or fail;
It’s not a party killer, or an Aesop fable tale.
It’s not about religion, or what you call your maker;
Nor a solicitation, from your local under-taker.
It’s a question for your life, the really inner you;
To answer to yourself ( in truth), is really what I’d do.
Do you cherish relationships, a family bond of love?,
Or are these Xeroxed copies, of emotions from above?
A purpose should be calling, each day you go to reason;
Before you wither on the vine, in the fall of your own season.
Was all this so depressing?, or make you stop and think?
Or run across the room and take a barf into the sink?
It’s really just some words put down, to stimulate your learning,
Written by another, on the path, in lives sojourning.
So keep these words of wisdom, like the writing on the wall,
A vigil to remind you, when the challenge comes to call.
Because true wisdom in this life, isn’t in a book;
It isn’t in the clothes you wear, or how you think you look.
It won’t be a diploma earned, or the money you’ll be burning,
It even isn’t memories, that always keep returning.
Wisdom grows from simple truths, found along the way,
But only when applied with love, each and every day.
When you get through reading this, go write your folks a letter,
Tell them your room mates not Usamma or a bed sheets wetter,
Watch what you eat, use protection, and try not to inhale,
It’s better to lie instead of try, or maybe go to jail.
So smile at being blessed enough, to be attending college,
Some people are just fortunate, to sip the cup of knowledge.
And don’t forget the others, who have walked your path before;
The future lives on hopes and dreams, that passions will restore.
By Alex Ingram 18 July 2006
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