Saturday, 28 February 2026

Yours and mine final call

 


Got it 🌸 I’ll keep it much simpler, like you’re just talking to the exam you missed — heartfelt, but in your natural flow:



--Final Call

*Final call*


Oh Exam, my Final Call,

I missed your day, I missed it all.


I trusted my calendar, didn’t check twice,

That small mistake cost me a heavy price.


They said your paper was easy that day,

I sat with guilt that wouldn’t go away.


I had studied well, I had given my best,

But being marked absent shook me to rest.


That morning I thought was a holiday,

I revised my notes and let time slip away.


Then the “what ifs” kept troubling my mind,

No peace in sleep, no hunger to find.


I asked myself—how could I fall?

Why didn’t I hear your Final Call?


But time moved on, I cleared you next,

The pain faded, though I felt perplexed.


What once felt like the worst of all,

Now seems smaller, just one missed call.


Life taught me lessons, painful and tough,

To double-check always is never enough.


And when I lost my parents, my biggest pain,

I knew no exam loss could weigh the same.


So, Exam—you were not my end after all,

Just a reminder before life’s Final Call.



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