College Life
College Life
"Dot represents
Derivatives with time"
The professor tends,
In his lectures, to infinite.
I sleep, on the desk,
Write out this rhyme.
You are a mess,
Till I catch your sight.
You have me impressed,
With the doodly appetite.
I have, on, a dress,
Of introverted shy.
The picture pertains,
To old black and white-
And it is of a college,
Whiteboards, theaters and life.
And it is of youngsters
Who love and who stop by,
At an institutional race,
For careers in later lives.
But they are here nonetheless,
Falling in love for the very first time.
With the people around,
With the books, the buildings,
Their Alma mater,
And, in the middle of every Physics lecture,
We'll yawn,
I'll write poetry,
You'll draw pictures,
And we will blush,
Because we are flirting,
Not with academics,
Or with chances taken,
But with our little lifelines.