Yesterday I wrote some advice for an 11 year old friend of my son, who had been unsuccessful applying for entry to a highly competitive school. His mother, Sharon, sent me the following poem, which Robin wrote on hearing that the school had turned him down. I present the poem to you here with his mother’s permission. Robin, I remind you, is 11 years old.
A Pessimist’s View on Inspiration
A dumb interpretation,
A fantasy delusion,
A trick of the brain to ease the pain,
Of failure, so hard and cold,
A dip in cloud nine,
Where everything is fine,
An immature illusion,
An aspiration of determination,
Which deep down known, can’t reach?
Wishing to be what one may be not,
Breaking boundaries, only in thought,
Begging, hoping, denying the truth,
Again, oh failure, so hard and cold,
Pondering, wishing, one may be one’s not,
Disappointment, the venom, oh so strong,
Quivering, shivering, just at the thought,
Think of returning, no bounty or gold,
Think about the secret stories told,
Behind the back, the most painful way,
Too slowly, lonely, end the day.
by Robin Collins