Oh Graduation

The turning of the tassel,

the smiling of faces.


\"Two roads diverge in a yellow wood,\"

And I look back at what was,

to then look forward at what might be.

What is to be.


\"be one traveler, long I stood\"

watching as those I\'ve known step forward.

They \"took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,\"


I step in time to the beat of our hearts,

\"I doubted if I should ever come back.\"

Yet, we all walk to our own tune

why must I walk away at all?


\"Two roads diverged in a wood,and I—

I took the one less traveled by,\"

Let us see in a year or two,

what has become of me.