Graduated

It was nearly ten,

Rustling of leaves therein

reminded the eyes

about crying unto this moment.

After 6 years we've spent

our guts and sweat

This, to you I offer

a goodbye thanks,

also for the mighty giver

that guided us all way

from January to December,

The mighty creator,

here’s my gratitude.

This is the moment,

not of the truth

but merely just a glimpse

of our success,

At last I stood up

in an elegant white toga,

leading the young batch

in graduation march.

  

What should I speak?

After all I’m just a geek,

what else but thank you!

Elementary I’ll miss you!

The backdrop music,

like birds—angelic!

Swiftness of joy

just like a little boy

dancing in the rain.

We endure all pain.

I must say,

autumn have fallen,

summer have shone

We sang for a snow;

every season we grow.

But after this all,

the school’s ladder tall

we have climbed!

we have achieved!

we have graduated!

At last what should I say

in all our gay?

I don’t know how

to give our graduation a bow.

(New here, so start fresh. Tula ko noong nasa hayskul pa ako :). )

(__17 April 2009 for San Martin BBC batch 06’-07’ esp. Section A-Marcelo H. del Pilar)