Three thousand chairs are crammed across the field,
A sea of cheap black gowns and melting ice.
We’re sitting trapped without a sunlit shield,
While sweat drips down my neck to mock me twice.
The principal yells names at breakneck pace,
A steady roar from "Aaron" down to "Zane."
I’m stuck somewhere around the middle space,
My rear is numb, my brain feels like pure pain.
By letter M, the afternoon turns harsh,
Lost in a sea of gowns forevermore.
Are we graduating or trapped in a marsh?
The kid beside me starts to nod and snore.
Three thousand names read off without a pause—
I only stayed because my mom said I had to!
My Diploma Reads
“School Of Hard Knocks”
Miracle Man
1/6/2025
Your time and your talent I once heard said,
was all a young person needed to get ahead.
So I’d rise up early and lace up my shoes,
I spent a few years just paying my dues.
The life goal I had was to retire some past fifty,
but this wouldn’t happen without being thrifty.
I posted my goals where I’d review every day,
along came promotions and raises in pay.
I invested in the market and had a 401-K,
investing paved the road that I travel today.
In the “school of hard knocks” I learned tricks,
and I was able to retire at the age of fifty-six.
Twas thirty years ago, since ending my quest,
I have no regrets, because God has truly blessed.
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
The universe lay at his feet
Sun brilliant o'erhead
The ocean stretches forever
Wheat fields before him spread
Armed with a diploma
and a backpack full of hope
Will his stride be bold ~
his handiwork produce gold
Passed all my grades and received a diploma;
Question asked was where is all of the aroma;
A New tactic;
Being aromatic;
Told them was while passing through Tacoma.
Jim Horn
I alway's wondered, I alway's wondered what if i go back and try it again -
My education is what i need and year's have gone -
It's been about what, maybe 10 -
I was told in that school office that i would not walk with my class -
Ten year's later in that same office i was told you will get a diploma because
you passed -
It wasn't easy, everday to study was hard -
I stayed strong in learned to put all my faith in the good Lord -
It was one of the worst time's of my life -
But, some kind of way i walked straight and ta'll with that knife -
I trust in the good Lord to keep my mind together -
Oct. 19, 2005, I took the biggest test of my life and i will cherish it forever -
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