We gain more, learn,
grow, it seems,
through the grist of adversity
the churning stomach,
the flushed cheeks,
wet furrowed brow
taking in the information
the struggle
reaching closure, fruition
learning, by the doing
the action against the tide
standing strong as we must
not bowing under the weight
to come out
on the other side
diploma in hand
April 18, 2007 20:41
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,330+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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