Adult at Last
I’m walking down the aisle as
My parents sit and wait,
Watching me from front row seats.
It’s time I graduate.
I have on me a cap and gown,
There’s music in the air.
I go and walk upon the stage.
My parents’ eyes? They tear.
With my diploma in my hand,
I reflect upon my past,
And think about how this moment
Snuck up on me so fast.
When I first started high school,
I was shy and knew not much.
But as those four years passed,
I learned how to get in touch
With my feelings and my thoughts,
And what I’d want to do
When high school ended, and I’d have
To go to a new school.
At first, I didn’t know exactly
What path I would take.
I knew I enjoyed science,
And the things I’d try to make.
After a class in high school,
Namely AP Physics 1,
I finally found a passion,
Something I thought was fun.
So there I stood upon the stage
Thinking of the past.
It was time that I grew up.
I was an adult at last.
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