Graduating To The Next Chapter
The day we have waited for so excitedly is finally here!!
We have graduated and are now just another step closer to reaching our true goals and aspirations.
Since the day I was little I always dreamt of this day as we three hold our diplomas in our hand posing for pictures together as everyone smiles proudly [...]
Graduation Ought Not Be An End
Graduation ought not be an end,
Replacing what within we might achieve.
After all, the good that we intend
Does much to serve the good that we receive.
Underneath the mask of a degree
A person must perform with just the skill,
The knowledge and the art that he or she
Internalized through pluck, hard work, and will.
On what we are will [...]
Graduation Isn’t Gradual
Graduation isn’t gradual.
In fact it’s quite abrupt, a sudden shock.
It’s more like rushing towards a waterfall:
One moment we’re afloat, and then we’re not.
Sure, we see it coming up ahead,
The water roaring into the abyss.
We make a joke and look away instead,
Unable to acknowledge what this is.
And then the moment’s past, and we’re the same.
Everyone is [...]
Graduates Become The Cover Story
Graduates become the cover story,
Representing all those still within;
As those who came before provide the glory
Determining how well one might begin.
Underneath the letters are the learners,
A class on whom the mantle now must fall,
Taken into custody as earners,
Each a new advertisement for all,
Serving as the institute writ small.
This poem was written/submitted by Nicholas Gordon..
Graduation Time
The day has finally arrived,
It’s our graduation time,
From now till then, we’ll look back on this diploma,
Knowing that we reached this far, knowing that we can do anything if we just put our minds to it.
So let’s enjoy this very moment,
Dreaming things that we never dreamed before,
Dreaming that we will fly away with the birds [...]
Graduation’s Reason To Rejoice
Graduation’s reason to rejoice,
Remembering what lies beyond our ends.
And so yours gives occasion to my voice,
Delighting in the gift of being friends.
Underneath your pleasure is my pride,
As yours remains the rock on which I stand.
The window through which I can see inside
Is hung upon the mirror in your hand.
One cannot be one without the other,
Nor [...]