Graduation March
Our final hour in this world
ready to move on to the next.
Creeping forward down the aisle,
like the tears from the eyes open enough
visualizing the past and future.
We sit to think what brought us here
and what will come of it.
Friends become forgotten faces
and haunts become forgotten places
Until memories recover some hidden traces
to help us relive yesterday.
How quickly tomorrow came today
given through hugs and kisses.
People laugh while others cry,
wiping their tears with their nervous hands
still shaking from four years ago.
Goodbyes are said as this hour ends,
with another one beginning.
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