Graduation

By ways ambitious, and efforts grand, your goals like tripods on rocky ground they never walked or wandered neither far nor wide. At times under stormless blue lit skies or rakishly brash, bleak black skies, weather stunts did test the glue of your motives and fogged the complexion of your progress, every now and then. Timeless persistence prevailed, profuse desire subverted interference forces never did tangled temptations trigger a variance thwarting your success. And now a cascade of accolades where honors mark the commencement of your vocations. I saw, you tried. You did, I cried.