Graduations can be
bittersweet,
Reminding us of all that's come and gone:
All our battles, whether lost or won,
Days of bliss, and days of near defeat.
Underneath our pride there is the sense,
Almost like a wound, of something past,
The beauty of a time that cannot last,
In which we shared the joys of innocence.
Open vistas lie before our eyes;
Now's the time for hopes and for
goodbyes.
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