My day

The alarm rings at 6.30,

And twice I hit the snooze.

Eventually I'm up with a headache,

The kind when you have too much booze.

But it's not due to alcohol,

It's from lack of sleep.

An unfortunate side effect,

Of the schedule I must keep.

I trudge through the morning routine,

And drag myself to my workplace.

I'm sick of the look of pity I get,

When my colleagues see my tired face.

I spend the day learning,

And absorbing information.

When it's time to commute home,

I'd rather take damnation.

I reach home exhausted,

Both my body and my mind.

But wait, there's studying that needs to be done,

Oh, if only life were a little kind!

With CFA out of the way for the night,

It's time to go to bed.

I've learned so much today!

But do I recall anything I've read?

There are all sort of ironies,

The irony of the rat race is that,

Even if you win,

You're still a rat.

I go to bed tired,

Hoping I'll have my way.

Get eight hours of blissful sleep.

And live...to die another day.....