Here we are,
So near,
Yet so far,
It's the last semester,
We can only Hope it will pass without a disaster.
It is nowhere close to the end,
And we know not the direction of the wind,
There is still a long lane,
That looks like an old man with a cane,
Full of curves and unexpected turns,
Leaving So many things left to learn.
We have so much time that we should take advantage of it,
It shouldn't be the end,
Merely the beginning,
A journey of a life time,
That could be bitter as a lime,
Or as pretty as a pine.
Like no other and nothing else,
A journey meant for yourself and no one else,
For those of you with a heart like a universe,
And a mind like a forest,
The touch of love,
Like a stone in the ruff,
For life is always tuff,
But isn't that just the way things are?
Could they ever be any other way?
To live a life,
To live a day of adventure,
Would be nothing short of a treasure,
To live a day of love is without any measure.
To create a life is priceless,
To be give a gift is nothing but great kindness,
To cry is to show you exist,
To show you have emotions that resist,
For none exists without feelings.
To have a soul is to fly away,
Without the notice of a day,
To reach the heavens beyond,
And show unlimited destines earthly bound.
Each in the palm of a small hand,
In an isolated land,
Like an innocent child,
Running wild,
Playing in the grass,
But never the less,
They hold the future of us all,
Like an infant playing with a ball.
Our whole life depends on them,
Leading them,
Keeping them on track,
And learning to give back,
There is where my path lies,
Anywhere a child cries,
Or a life calls out,
So loud,
But not too proud,
So quiet,
Nothing more than a riot.
To hear and feel,
To know how to deal,
To live for real,
On the edge of a hill,
With nothing but true will,
Those are the only ways to truly live,
To honestly walk a path you can truly be proud of,
And to fly throw the wind as free as a white dove,
A heart so full of love!
