Graduation by Richard TrotterWhen all thats left of years
are crossed off calenders
its time to say farewell
to the buildings and the trees:
but the sky has no vision
the walls don't weep my exit.
Paths that I have tread
will be met by a million others
winds of ice still whistle
unmoved by whats gone by
and the people I never knew
will soon forget me. 10/25/2006 Posted on 10/25/2006 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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