 | The Cavalier daily. Wednesday, December 4, 1968 |  |
Walking To Class in the Fog
Up the steps ahead of me
My feet clump on but wearily
My briefcase full of books and papers
Things undone arranged in layers
My feet clump on but wearily
My briefcase full of books and papers
Things undone arranged in layers
And who will pay the bills I owe
And send the Christmas cards I loathe
And do research on concepts old
And, get your shoes repaired, I'm told
And send the Christmas cards I loathe
And do research on concepts old
And, get your shoes repaired, I'm told
Up the steps around me now
The morning fog creates a shroud
For all the Georgian buildings there
Scattered on the hills once fair
The morning fog creates a shroud
For all the Georgian buildings there
Scattered on the hills once fair
For winter's come and Monday's here
Or is it Tuesday, who's to care
No one will probe my psyche deep
Through the lecture next I sleep
Or is it Tuesday, who's to care
No one will probe my psyche deep
Through the lecture next I sleep
Now far from commuter's stupor
Distant from the urban hum
I walk to class and wonder why
I do not turn and pass this also by
A man of no particular season
Fog-kept and search for the reason
Why the day began at all
But glad the god has come to call
As up the steps ahead of me
Awaits the scholar's sterility.
Distant from the urban hum
I walk to class and wonder why
I do not turn and pass this also by
A man of no particular season
Fog-kept and search for the reason
Why the day began at all
But glad the god has come to call
As up the steps ahead of me
Awaits the scholar's sterility.
Robert W. McLain
Graduate Education
Graduate Education
| The Cavalier daily. Wednesday, December 4, 1968 | |