Friday, May 13

Graduation

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

2 comments:

  1. One afternoon of gore? Wow, what do they DO at OU graduations?? :-)

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  2. Thanks, Grace. Ahem, I played with the word "glory."

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