The Wrong Story
At my grandson’s graduation,
(Onto middle school, he’ll go!)
An official told a story
I found not quite apropos.
‘Twas the ancient tale of Icarus,
Who flew, with wings of wax,
But, ignoring good advice,
He took his journey to the max.
Though his father gave a warning
Not to fly too near the sun,
Icarus could not resist and soon
The melting had begun.
In his plummet to his death, perhaps
He pondered his mistake.
“Listen to your elders” was one point
The speaker tried to make.
But he also warned the graduates
They shouldn’t reach too high,
Not a message for commencement.
(Plus, by doing so, you’ll die!)
Though I know it’s unrealistic
That all future dreams come true,
Still, to crush those possibilities
Was not the thing to do.
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