Graduate Poem - For the Rising Seniors

We’re created with divine doses of definite potential.

Connect it with kinetic and make moves influential.

These chil’ren think we kiddin’ when we cheerin’ for our kid in

The play or the band or the game or the stands.

Everyday I demand that those grades looking grand -

Opening up doors for you and yours.

Before we make an effect, we gotta know our cause.

Maybe I just pause, cuz we playin’ again.

Not stopping to rewind where the track begins.

So, we can hear with new ears; it plays back different.

We understand better when our vision’s replenished.

So, let’s re-plan this. Even when you get damaged.

Remember who you are, and the haters can’t stand it.

So, just tell ‘em sit down. You already earned your crown.

Got a little tassel attached. And, a full gown to match.

You lookin’ sharp as a tack. Ya mind is sharp – attack!

All the ignorance left. Some don’t have that graduate plaque.

So spread that love and spread that knowledge.

You've done your thing here. It’s on to the college.

And, when you get there and those challenges pop,

I already looked into your future – you can’t be stopped!

Graduate!