by Jay O'Toole
The childhood years find their culmination at high school graduation, then life begins.
Back to school to earn your cap,
gown to show your grace,
choose your work from o'er the map,
write your lasting place.
The senior year is full of bliss,
and hopeful friendships made.
Unique for life are days like this
with honors, now displayed.
The days will pass, and that quite soon.
The tears will flow right down.
The thrill of heart is o'er-the-moon,
but all that's gone, a frown.
To know great honor live it full
to pour on honest souls,
and then one day th'eternal pull
will show your lasting gold.
Please, know, Dear Child, all humans feel,
they have the answer, rare,
but Truth revealed is really real
with peace from lasting care.
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prompt: "National Back to School Month"
by Jay O’Toole
on August 17th, 2021