Graduations sometimes can be
Removing from our world a world of friends,
An instant that, in golden garments clad,
Divides our bright beginnings from our ends.
Underneath our confidence and pride
A sense of loss like music haunts the heart,
Telling us that what we are inside
Is presently a place we must depart.
Our years have yielded paradise and pain,
Nor will we ever taste such fruit again.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: E Minor Prelude. By Frederic Chopin. Music free to use at YouTube.