438 Graduation [18 December 2001]

So full of dreams
On that spring morn
When the horizon
Was just a few steps away
That mountain
Only three feet tall
When evening came
We would become
A humble folk
Poor and yet
Surrounded by laughter
In a troubled time
Pieces of a whole
A show to entertain
With each part gained
Dreams the size of peas
Grew to be the trunks of giants
Always reaching for the skies
Never stopping
Unless trimmed by time
Or cut down by others
Some dreams always will remain
Ever so in our minds
Playing on and on
The possibilities that were
When we were young
O, Father Time, let me go back
For today as I am
I would have excelled
Even greater than I did then
But alas,
That is not the way of things
Live on and be happy
Don’t let anything stand in your way

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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