I scanned the audience, for your face, finally I, had taken my place, before the crowd, upon the stand, smiling brightly, diploma in hand. I still sought your eyes, in the crowd, knowing that I, should be proud, but couldn't find you, to my dismay, how could you hurt me on graduation day? I fought my tears with all my powers, watching other girls, receive their flowers, while I stood there, all alone, awaiting a cab, to get home. You never called to see how I was doin', graduation day was certainly ruined, now there is nothing for me to say, about my ruined graduation day.
Reason for writing:
When I was a teen, my father showed up for my graduation at the end of the ceremony. No flowers, just a cheap ass card. Can You Imagine? (what? no money inside?!!)Ahhhhhhh!
(oh bittersweet adolescence).
Birth sign: Libra
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