Rebecca's Rambles…

The stages of life are set in stone,

Each person feels independent and the need to Roam

But I’ll let you into the greatest secret of all,

We all cross paths, starting in school.

Milk cartons and cow biscuits taste so good,

Playing hop scotch and conkers all day if we could,

Then big school where mum says your be fine,

And the first day, crikey, you’re not even on time.

Timetabled lessons and different floors

And after a while it all starts to bore,

Get your GCSE’s done and you feel so old,

Reaching college, your strutting and bold.

Taking law, maths and art

Then the social life falls apart.

Revising and working, partying and more

Life feels like such as chore.

The summer comes and your fate lies there,

Looking at the paper you continue to stare,

Brookes, Bournemouth, Bristol or Bath,

Oh my, University, it sounds so daft.

Back up your belongings and off you go,

Striving for a career or that’s what they told you so,

Revising and working, partying and more

Life feels like such as chore.

Three years later down the line

Your chucking that hat and feeling on top of your prime

A year later and still no luck

You’ve been working on a farm and clearing out muck!