O ivy'd walls!
	You flung me forth
	Into a world of hate & bitterness,
	Chill and survival-struggle.
	Now, I want you back!
	I long for your womb
	Of intellectual security
	And academic challenge,
	Your days of study
	And nights of talk unbounded,
	Expansive, enlarging.
	Call me back,
	O College of my youth!
	Gather me once again
	Within your fold.
	Let me strive to learn,
	Let me try to teach,
	But let me live
	Where time is sweet
	And knowledge
	The glorious goal of all.
	I miss you, alma mater,
	In this hideous world
	You un-prepared me for.


© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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