Graduation
You walk down the aisle,
and still hear the music,
the cheers, the whistles
You heart is pounding,
with sweat and anxiousness.
You hear your name,
you go up on stage
with your ugly gown
and receive your diploma.
Your breathing slows
Your heart beats faster
At last you’ve graduated,
No more high school and lockers.
But be prepared, college is coming,
either that or the army.
Choose whatever,
It’s your life,
do what you’ve always wanted!
CONGRATULATIONS!
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