In the quiet of the night, under the moon’s soft glow,
A mountain of tasks awaits, where the hours seem to flow.
Pages of equations, essays to write,
Each line a challenge, each word a fight.

The clock ticks on, relentless and cold,
As I journey through subjects, both new and old.
History’s tales and science’s lore,
In this sea of knowledge, I yearn for more.

Yet with each completed task, a weight lifts away,
A sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.
Through struggles and triumphs, I find my way,
Homework’s arduous path, a price I pay.

For in this journey, growth is found,
In every written word, in every sound.
The endless pile, a teacher in disguise,
Guiding my mind, making me wise.