Graduation

Upon the podium I stand A sea of faces before me Their eyes reflecting glassy expectancy My lips quiver knees buckle As I bow The principal smiles Sunbeams clutch at the words I speak Transmitting them to eager ears Words splinter against vibrating drums With piety valor pride and joy I praise the graduates of June '99 Well done my friends be strong be bold In the face of uncertain times Black tassels dance Blackbirds soar into a vivid sunset Parchment scrolls rustle Stirred by a mischievious breeze A slow smile curls my lips Take a bow I urge Graduating class of June '99