Poem 6: Graduation 2009
A gaggle of high school graduates
Stands on a platform facing the sunset
Indistinguishable in their matching caps and gowns
The flock awaits the speeches about the future.
Their future.
It’s hard to be optimistic in these uncertain times
When the prevailing winds indicate storms not sunny skies
What will you do now? College? Unexpected paternity?
A low wage dead end job? The army, navy, air force marines?
If you can’t fend for yourself, you can defend your country.
Speeches over, hats in the air,
The gaggle separates into various clusters
To congratulate to party to celebrate
Their fate.
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