May 3, 2012 #683
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Graduates are people with degrees,
Rewarded with some letters by their names.
An education must be more than these.
Doubtful bosses aren't playing games.
Unless you know the things you need to know,
And have a mind honed well by what you've learned,
The piece of paper might as well be snow –
It is the least of what you here have earned.
Of what value have these hard years been?
Now that depends on how much you put in.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Graduates are people with degrees,
Rewarded with some letters by their names.
An education must be more than these.
Doubtful bosses aren't playing games.
Unless you know the things you need to know,
And have a mind honed well by what you've learned,
The piece of paper might as well be snow –
It is the least of what you here have earned.
Of what value have these hard years been?
Now that depends on how much you put in.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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