The InkwellTheres no light in those eyes
all those hopes and dreams faded ,
some months after you signed up
keys to the castle…bought
but as you sit
listening to the lecturer
on the stage of the theatre
what you thought was gold has turned to lead
now you only have a tiny idea of why you’re there
A few thoughts by inky on todays daily prompt
Sat in a room, lined with literary works
The lad peers through his assessment
Understandably, he might not produce the works of Keats this evening, but with
Dutiful observance, and conscientious research – he might just do well at his
Year Tutors Assessment of his work
