Graduation
As I walk this road
Down campus life
In perpetual mode
Will I be a wife?
Bitter roads ahead
Made of highs and lows
Hanging out with friends
Throwing little blasted blows
Dare I write a book
or graduate
Give me credit here
In my gleaning state
Don't let this mind die
In a cold dark room
Quiet the impatience
Of my glorious doom
Give me cheers not jeers
Clapping hands all day
Sewing in tears
Is the price one pays
Beneath the black caps
Flooding from the sky
Sitting to and fro
Do I dare not sigh
Had I not fought hard
Through those bleakful days
I'd have sunk beneath the heads
In the Spring of May
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