No Model Answers Poem by C.D. Xiang

Such a precocious boy could even snivel,
Let me tell you, he is overwrought
Of the predicaments that are all but drivel
In this society that is rot

Of avarice and enmity,
Of temptations and competition,
Of the multifarious and mighty
Powers concentrated in the highest position.

Thou shall never realise
That there are no model answers in life,
That despite scouring for secrets and supplies,
You won't live for long - your fault becomes rife.


Life is nothing but an arduous road
To steep gradients and serpentine courses;
This is when you cannot be wallowed
In self-pity, doubt and lapses.

Oh, how shall I compare this to a blissful day,
When the schism between the two seems heaven and hell?
How will I strive to stand upon shoulders of giants,
Of this inopportune time since immemorial?