The Graduation Blues

My days are soon coming to an end,
Of happy, yet sad, sent round the bend.
The friends I had when I was young
Are running as the song was sung.
Their laughter, sadly does not reach me,
As my thoughts fly sadly over sea.
My vision is blurred by maroon, gray, and white.
Why are these tears messing with my sight?
I cannot tell is to be happy or sad,
Especially when it comes from my dad.
Is there anybody out there?
Who has cheers that they share?
My thoughts keep going to the bay,
Just because it is my graduation day.

by stephanie varnadore

Comments (4)

....beautifully penned, love the imagery, so exquisite ★
So beautiful,this poem transports the reader back 1200 years in time to the field of flowers...breathtaking.
A beautiful poem of nature from the best of us. What a wonderful composure by Li Po, blown away.
This poem truly reflects the outdoor sensations