Ode to Scholarships

Infinite and fleeting,

Rare and abundant,

The scholarship.

 

Typing,

Endless typing,

Always the same,

With the scholarship.

 

You match us,

You sort us,

You are the promise of the future,

The hope of many.

You are the scholarship.

This poem is about: 
Me

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