At school I sometimes read a book, <br />And learned a lot of lessons; <br />Some small amount of pains I took, <br />And showed much acquiescence <br />In what my masters said, good men! <br />Yet after all I quite <br />Forgot the most of it: but then <br />I learned to write. <br /> <br />At Lincoln's Inn I'd read a brief, <br />Abstract a title, study <br />Great paper-piles, beyond belief <br />Inelegant and muddy: <br />The whole of these as time went by <br />I soon forgot: indeed <br />I tried to: yes: but by and by <br />I learned to read. <br /> <br />By help of Latin, Greek and Law <br />I now can write and read too: <br />Then perish each forgotten saw, <br />Each fact I do not need too: <br />But still whichever way I turn <br />At one sad task I stick: <br />I fear that I shall never learn <br />Arithmetic.<br /><br />James Kenneth Stephen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-education/
