Graduation

As I walk this road Down campus life In perpetual mode Will I be a wife? Bitter roads ahead Made of highs and lows Hanging out with friends Throwing little blasted blows Dare I write a book or graduate Give me credit here In my gleaning state Don't let this mind die In a cold dark room Quiet the impatience Of my glorious doom Give me cheers not jeers Clapping hands all day Sewing in tears Is the price one pays Beneath the black caps Flooding from the sky Sitting to and fro Do I dare not sigh Had I not fought hard Through those bleakful days I'd have sunk beneath the heads In the Spring of May