If Life was an exam, what would it really measure: Money and Power, or Love and Pleasure?
Would it count the promotion letters or my children’s smiles?
Would it worry about the school projects or the tiny hands that went to grind?
Would it really pass me forward or would it fail me behind?
I muse these thoughts for no reason or rhyme
I laugh at life for trying to make me whine
Ha ha! I say, “You cannot be an exam for sure! For I have nowhere to go if I score”
“And nothing to lose if I don’t shore”
I stand here today just wanting to know more
Maybe you are a school, where we all went to learn
Some learnt less, some learnt more
Some made friends and some remained sore
We played hide n seek in classrooms meant to study
We left school when we thought we were ready
Just like a class you are one stage in my journey beyond
I will be happy to leave you when I am ready to move on
You do pose exams at me from my time to time
I pass some but fail many a prime
You let me stay in the same class for a little while more
To help me learn, to help me grow
So if I am growing old with you right now
It just means that there is something more left to be learnt