Graduation Day

Warn the future, here I come,
to carve my path, to beat my drum.

And build upon these days of youth
I'll chase my dream's, I'll find my truth.

While standing on those lessons learned,
to work so hard, to take my turn.

And look beyond this special day,
I graduate to roads of clay.

That feel so free beneath my feet,
goodbye to classmates, bittersweet.

This moment now, was meant to be,
not just my own, but shared with me.

By mom and dad, who've watched me grow,
and those who taught me what I know.

With Mortarboards, that fill the air
and hopes and dreams, with lots of care.

So I bequeath this school my heart,
I look to be your work of art.