A young man appeared, his wit was want,
His height was tall, his framework gaunt,
Potential ability he could not flaunt.
A young man appeared, his wit was quick,
Previous education obvious, brainy not thick,
In tests and competition he was hard to lick.
Time has a way of leveling the field,
Sitting on laurels will tend to yield,
A reversal of roles, and fates are sealed.
The want of wit, where willingness reigned,
Overtook the quick whose desire was feigned,
Month by month the underdog gained.
The true roll of student, learning by leaps,
Accolades and awards we bestow in heaps,
While the educated, at times, sits back and weeps.