Graduation

The final days are anxiously awaited.

But when they finally come,

We wonder:

"Where did all the time go?"

 

Looking around,

It's plainly clear,

The time has passed,

And the time has come.

 

Our time is coming,

The time for us to take action,

The time to live on our own.

The time to see what we'll become.

The time to start the journey of life.

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