Thursday, September 4, 2014

First day, of many …

Today, a new phase begins,
Entering the elementary echelons,
Leave behind others’ fawns,
And setting aside nervous Pons.
Confident march toward the bus,
A wave, a ‘goodbye’ and no fuss,  
Looking from behind, in repress,
Pride and joy at the finesse.
Twiddling thumbs others scrambled,
With elan, the day was handled.
Mustering the whole mettle,
For the long haul, steadily settled.

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