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Posted: February 7, 2015 Filed under: poetry | Tags: graduate Leave a commentI was an undergraduate
Who longed for the breaks,
Winter, spring and summer
Waiting to awake and say,
“LIVE LIFE NO. 21 Get Lost!”
Then four and a half years later,
I became a graduate
Ready to begin
Ready to live life again
And then I became a postgraduate
No longer dependent on the seasons
But still longing for that break
-LS