This was written as a celebration of my son's Graduation from Lenoir Rhyne college in 2008. I remember a discussion I had in my 20's with a peer, and the conclusion was that school was not so much about grades and achievement, but getting the license to


License To Play


There are no regrets
After years of searching begets
A glimmer of knowledge and power
Consumated by spring may flower

Whispers of victory graduate
To shouts of adulation that confiscate
Sadness for past disappointments
Amid imminent strobe light appointments

To end is to begin
As the quest for a conclusive reason
For what the license to play
Means in light of uncertain fray




Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-08-10 at 19:43

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melanie sue
Wow, Kee! This is excellent. This should be read at graduation time everywhere. I love how it flows and the word choices-very masterfully done.
2009-08-16


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2009-08-12