From One Graduate to Another

As you sit in your long fluid gown,
The life you’ve led is almost down.
In your ridiculous cap,
The future lay in your lap.
Through the rain and the sun,
You wait patiently to be done.
In the soggy shoes planted in the grass,
You sit in the large mass
And whittle the day away
This beautiful May.
You have the gold ring in your hand
Take it and run across the land.

5/24/1996