How hard can life be, by the day's first light,
A scholar in robes, chasing knowledge's height.
Perusing ancient scripts, with quill in hand,
Then dusk descends, and a headset command.
How hard can life be, 'neath the moonlit sky,
A call center agent, where queries lie.
In a linguistic dance, from dusk till dawn,
Whispers of worlds, centuries drawn.
How hard can life be, with literature's grace,
Bardic echoes in a confined space.
As calls taken, like parchment unfurls,
A tapestry of tales from forgotten worlds.
How hard can life be, betwixt ancient lore,
Youth leader's mantle, wisdom to pour.
Guiding the young with wisdom refined,
A tapestry of lessons, intricately designed.
How hard can life be, this balancing feat,
Betwixt academia and the night's callous beat.
A scholar, a poet, a guide in the dark,
In this symphony of life, a harmonious spark.
