Graduation by Richard Trotter When 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 Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)