2023/Jay-

There were fifty before us,

Fifty classes graduating prior.

Half a century of kids just like me,

Walking up on stage in a gown with cap in hand.

Now it is my turn,

As I wanted it to be.

I’ll walk on that same stage,

Final year to be.

Stones in the garden,

Passed memories in the courtyard.

Shared classrooms, sidewalks,

The old gym we both saw.

I am just like them,

Connected by our school.

Fifty years apart,

Yet we still are quite the same.