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License To Play
by James ZealyThere are no regrets
After years of searching begets
A glimmer of knowledge and power
Consumated by spring may flower
Whispers of victory graduate
To shouts of adulation that confiscate
Sadness for past disappointments
Amid imminent strobe light appointments
To end is to begin
As the quest for a conclusive reason
For what the license to play
Means in light of uncertain fray 08/10/2009
Author's Note: I had written this in a journal and never posted it. It was written as a celebration of my son's Graduation from Lenoir Rhyne college in 2008. It's an absolute truth that artficial barriers exist to certain occupations unless you have a degree from a 4 year school, and in some instances a masters. I remember a discussion I had in my 20's with a peer, and the conclusion was that school was not so much about grades and achievement, but getting the license to play the real game.
Posted on 08/10/2009
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