said "Write an entrance test
for an opportunity
of a lifetime
among the very best".
I filled up the form,
paid up the fee
and as I wrote my paper
I looked here and there;
for I wanted for me
a shoulder to cry on.
An express letter in the mail
said I'd made it to stage two.
So an interview
was the next thing
along the chosen few.
I befriended a fellow
interviewee.
Facing the committee
I looked here and there;
I hoped that his would be
a shoulder to cry on
I was diffident and frail;
He broad-shouldered, strong-willed.
He'd console me
at the bad time
when I heard my hopes were killed.
But I made the list;
God! He did not.
As I stood bewildered
I looked here and there;
I had wanted for me
a shoulder to cry on.
But it was mine that had to be
the shoulder to cry on!
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