Toasted the Poet, Trying to Enjoy His Impending Graduation

My return to Academia

Had an inauspicious start

When I met with two advisers

Who forgot to bring their hearts,

But the start did not foreshadow

How what followed it would go.

For the first time since the third grade,

I brought home a 4.0.

I got on with my professors.

I got on with my new life.

I even got it on sometimes

When I left school at night.

For the first time after high school,

I felt I was at home.

It was better than the year before

I mostly spent alone.

I then enjoyed three more short years

Of almost just the same.

I was fertile. I was watered.

I did all I could to stay.

In the midst of all that learning,

I sort of learned to teach.

Now my last days as a student

Are quick sliding out of reach.

Now I'll follow my trade's winds

Wherever they blow.

Cruzado for President!

Go Cats Go!!