Once more for the last time
In my regular, lake-facing desk.
The music of keyboards and rustling pages,
The quiet that speaks louder than words,
They all surround me in a comfortable haze.
Some are reviewing, some talking to friends,
Or racing perhaps to make a deadline.
Papers printed or uploaded,
One last check on the details
And a barely-there sigh of relief.
Sitting here for the last time;
For the last essay of my degree.
I will miss this loud quiet,
The mesmerising view,
The claustrophobic corridors of books
PA, PL to PQ and even the rolling stacks!
I know these selves so well,
I close my eyes and count down codes.
Malory here, Chaucer is opposite,
Go to the left and three cases down for the Grail.
Classics in a corner, mythology one floor up,
PQ was moved to 02 –Joy!
Yes, I will miss this block of concrete
That I called home away from home,
But I must move on. Write those last
Three-and-a-half thousand words,
One last assignment, one last day,
At Library, Floor 2, with my back
On N 6851 to N7292.