Senior Night

A generation is one hundred years A antelope is it a deer Up high reaching for the atmosphere it is clear 10 years is just part of decades added on You've reached the next level dawn I mustn't fear, yet it's so very clear Then you turn off the lights And we haven't eaten yet And you say goodnight Whispers cheers of joy and delight I am a senior but of which I've chosen I've seen the verdant lights burning I have reached the atmosphere In due this times I recite I have restored and been reborn in this my senior night 7/20/14 from anthology " Poetry to Bridge Generations" (c)2014 written by James Edward Lee Sr.