they call it the end of an era.
a sent email poem based on an email about the graduating class of 2016
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1 min readMar 22, 2016
We were shiny-eyed, hopeful:
This was a chance to try something new.
But it was not always just sunshine and rainbows —
and definitely not for the faint-of-heart.
Today, we are weathered warriors.
This was our chance to be part of a family.
Now we leave the nest,
taking moments for appreciation, thanks,
reminiscence —
memories to carry forward.
A new chapter:
we’ve forgotten our first steps,
but try instead to remember our
last.