Graduation Day
It's the end,
final years of study and play
descend and
become one day
robed in sameness -
echoes from another verse of
"Is That All There Is"
haunt in deafening degrees.
Somehow, this journey of
joy and tears is truly
the extra credits -
yearbook scribbles
"To a Great Guy",
become tomorrows ponderances
and todays commencements...
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