She is Working on Her Masters

She is taking classes for her masters.
We haven’t spoken in ages or a day.
She’s in her room writing, sleeping–can’t say.
We keep quiet– for her mind meanders.

Teaching and school have left her in tatters.
Fam’ly and friends ask her to get away,
But there is always more to do–she stays.
Everyone’s busy–don’t fail what matters.

Yes, she’s old, too old for extra thinking.
They said, “It’s free.” Who declines a degree?
When she’s done maybe she will stop drinking.

A diploma means something, most agree.
Perhaps after she will have an inkling,
About the person she thought she would be.