Five years of study
And eighteen before
Culminate in one night
And one afternoon of glore
Now I leave these walls
Lined with brick and book
In search of my dream
I know I'll find when I look
I move on, ambitious
You've taught me well
My teachers, my mentors
Now I navigate the seaside swell
Fiction is my realm
Yet real my tale
Story is our mirror
Of life behind the veil
Friday, May 13
Graduation
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One afternoon of gore? Wow, what do they DO at OU graduations?? :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Grace. Ahem, I played with the word "glory."
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