Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
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Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien,
they seem to say,
I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.
Other comments are more offhand, dismissive -
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Each new generation tend
to think they are so cool!
At just about the time
they graduate from school.
But what can they know?
They have just begun
They've barely started,
and the best is yet to come!
They have miles and miles to go,
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Launched on a Sunny day, when we were in our teens, loaded with love and all our dreams. You plotted our course I set the sail: I stood beside you, we could not fail. As we sailed through life, the seas were sometimes rough; but we had each other, this was always enough. We navigated life's course. Our dreams were coming true. You always at the helm. I anchored for you. Always together side by side; until life's greatest storm. You sailed away, alone. My world is empty and torn. Your dreams are real. They live in others and me, an anchor, lost! alone! at sea! My ship has sailed, without me!! The Golden Years It's been so many years, my how time has flown; Since we Graduated High School and struck out on our own. We have followed our dreams, we experienced love and life. We have made our own way through trouble, joy, and strife. Some continued their education, others entered the work force. Glad that we are Americans, we have freedom of choice. Our lives have been so busy, raising a family, getting ahead; Doing our best, for the family, and what the good book said. Down this long road we've traveled, experienced laughter, pain and tears. Not knowing the day or night we entered our Golden Years.
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It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
general humanity
And neither is this Sicilian fisherman stringing his bait
Or to be any gender, born where or when
Betty holding a big plate
Karen crossing her post-World War Two legs
And smiling across the table
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On this rolling planet ever have you seen
A home so like a palace waiting for its queen? --
A dwelling place so fair,
So fill'd with treasures rare,
As the little white cottage on Evergreen Square?
Come, pretty school girl! lay your books aside;
Yes graduate tomorrow -- tomorrow be my bride;
My fortune share,
And reign queen there,
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Sharecroppers' child, she was more schooled
In slaughtering pigs and coaxing corn out of
The ground than in the laws of Math, the rules
Of Grammar. Seventeen, she fell in love
With the senior quarterback, and nearly
Married him, but—the wedding just a week
Away—drove her trousseau back to Penney's,
Then drove on past sagging fences, flooding creeks,
And country bars to huge Washington State,
Where, feeling like a hick, she studied French to compensate.
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Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
......
I graduated from high school when I was eighteen years old
I had received my diploma which was like a treasure of gold
I could not attend College because my family was down and out
My life was full of hardships - as for my future - I was always in doubt.
As I grew older, I could never keep a job because of problems with my health
I have grown up not knowing the meaning of the word - "wealth"
I struggle each day with the pains that I feel within
There are times that I wonder if I ever will win.
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The Farmers Almanac is where it is all at,
from the stars above, and beyond the French
Riviera, to the lands of Provence,
was once a man named Rue Nostradamus.
His mystical knowledge was a gift from God,
as a young man he had studied from his
Grandfather: Kabbahah, astronomy, prophesies,
and graduated from medical school in 1522.
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