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.