23 August 2012
So results day has come, Beckoning forth the son and mum To the assembly hall, aligned with desks, Who hold the keys to failure or success.
Choral voices chirp their grades, Accompanied by tears that they've made, As some realise their lives are in front of them, And others behind them.
I didn't do bad, myself, Scoring 4 A's, 4 B's and 2 C's; Now I know that my doors have been opened, And others can do as they please.
Results Day • Opuss № I