graduation! For at last
A goal long sought has finally been achieved!
Praised be those who persevere, for they
Prepare the ground for gardens that will come,
Yielding fruit for many yet unborn!
Give back the gifts that else would bind you fast,
Returning to the wind what you've received.
A scholar's not a storehouse but a way,
Doing what will ever be undone,
Undoing what was once a brave new dawn.
All that you have labored for is past.
There is no longer knowledge long believed.
In truth, the truth is subject to decay,
Opening a world of wonders, one
Not cubbyholed or clipped, of mystery
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Soaring High. By Biz Baz Studio. Music free to use at YouTube.