STANDARDS

Ease the pain, comfort the eye,
Pleads the brain, of working shy, 
Know your worth, but wrap it in, 
Standards high are not their thing.

Yes, be a scholar beyond your age,
Delve deeper than what prints on page,
Yet, when your quill should dip in ink,
Easy is what makes the mint.

A wall thick with mortar so morose,
passion wilts, withered by force,
A thankless task, give it a stab though, vermin,
Else the wizard will not grant you a heart of tin.