Hands Slipping From Priceless Prize

Portfolio theory and investment management stole my sleep Up and down I paced grounds of Copperbelt University As anxiety told my soul I was once again about to weep When fright stalked my bosom in its stark diversity But the examination paper beamed a smile On my face as my fountain pen raced Mile after mile Great answers in droves surfaced Question after question I wired Clarity and temerity My bid for survival inspired As integrity and sincerity Munched minutes Devoured hours More and more hints Supplied more answers as Providence powers Manifested in full To propel the success Detractors with eyes concealed in wool Predicted stress to buttress Their claim For my academic demise In all but name As in their view my hands slipped from the priceless prize Receded from my grip further and further And doubt stalked and swamped the confidence That my mind and body stitched together As certainty of success to me flew from Providence.