With sad smiles and watery eyes
This has been a week of goodbyes
I don't do hugs
But the occasion tugs
On the strings of my heart
That will tear us apart
So I open my arms to embrace
This next leg of the race
I see the future and all it will bring
Even as echoes of my time here still ring
Now as I stand in front of this mirror
Dressed in all my graduation gear
The cap and the cords
Seem like a double edged sword
As this triumph will be marched with tears
Dedicated to the Class of 2017
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A Tree Takes Root
Poetrya tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown
