Edinburgh
Thanks to my Second Class Honours
Achieved by breaking myself in the Finals
Stuffed full of pills from the psychiatrist
I arrived at the Scottish Widows Fund, St Andrews Square,
With a lovely bedsit in Great King Street in the New Town
And my trusty Ford Popular car.
I soon had Joanna to bed.
I was going to be an actuary
And a great one in Edinburgh.
But I could pass no more exams
And the madness of poetry took me over,
As I had promised Fiona years before.
I wrote poems the nights before exams.
And I had my worst nervous breakdown ever.
Eleven weeks in the Professorial Unit
Of the Royal Edinburgh Hospital under Henry Walton.
No more exams.
Back to Glasgow to fail a Masters in Statistics.
Then work in England. Failure.
I just didn't have the ability.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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