Graduation

Fading notes on an old sheet of music,

traces of foot steps in the dust,

people waving in the distance;

smiling faces no longer visible.

Eraser smudges left from

all our mistakes

and photographs from

all our triumphs.

The last thirteen years of your life

are naught but a memory.

May 30, 2008. Poetry.

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