He never misses class
He keeps a straight face at mass
Will instead sit at home to study
Rather than hang out with a buddy
Good and bad he attracts
But all he ignored claiming they distract
From all He keeps his distance
And was never invited to a dance
He has no time for rumour
In fact, no sense of Humour
His Folks He promised success
Any other thing is nonsense
To His church He renders service
Not not an extra one minute after service
His belief, Success is at the mercy of time
He intends to invest every dime
Hurray the day of his convocation
He is all dressed to suit the occasion
His roamie does not even have a gown
He actually let his friend down
His name was announced for the prize
For which he actually paid the price
But a whisper to His ears sounded like nonsense
It says now you think you are a sucess
His gentle smile turned to despair
All the expressions around Him seem to repell
He started up to respond to the loud ovation
But to the weight on His leg, He has no defination
He remimisced all the seas he had to sail
But now it seem like He actuallly did fail
God did bless Him with uncommon gift
But never did He help give someone else a lift
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