After the years of lectures heard
A captive of the high and absurd
I waited and listened, then I wrote
Hanging onto every word my mentors spoke
Faces never more than names
A degree in its own learning game

Please excuse me if you will

Since then, I left the memories to gathering dust
Spider webs that ensnared my trust
I came to study and learn
But instead the term papers burn
The lectures are dying
As easily as the ashes are flying

That knowledge warms me still

[September 1991]