Just a Piece of Paper

A piece of paper

All that is left

At the end of the long-wrought road.

Four years of memories

Four years of work

Four years of teachers

Four years of friends

And all that is left when the tassel moves on the cap

Is just a piece of paper

And lonely cry of "What's next?"

This poem is about: 
Me

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