So much to do. So little time
To find the reason of the rhyme.
To learn the who, the what, the why.
To learn to live before we die.
The time we spend to learn to live
Does not time to living give.
Instead of living and learning thus
To books we turn and teachers trust.
He who learned as we do learn,
As he was taught we take our turn.
Life from the books, a scholar's world.
A fragile globe from which we're hurled.
Hurled into life, the unreal real.
Still bound to learn but also feel.
No author's words but life's own verse.
Who can say if better or worse.