Class of 2020

We grew impatient for the sunrise of a summer' day, Waited till the waves swallowed our future fears. As the rum and coke swirled our problems away While we got off the train of prudent years. We were taught that life is a race, Every droplet dripping down waiting To reach the bottom puddle in full pace. As the wind blows louder and the graduates grow prouder, We were taught to run face to face. A set of problems were barely sufficient, A pandemic decided to show up. The race that we ran side by side, Now Against the world we were stuck. What are we supposed to do now? How do you learn to prioritise? How to go about in life? What better way to demoralise. Four months have passed, Yet here we are waiting, Decisions as earnest as many others, On us the world is pitying. So we chose to wear our preferences loud, We carried our weapons; our words. Stepping up, fighting and going on, Proving ourselves is all we have to do. Some of us struggling, some confused These memories shall last forever, The paper that will scream this year, A bitter sweet moment ending never.