A Graduate's Tale

In the dawn of graduation, a chapter begins,

Uncertainties linger, where should I begin?

My family's hopeful gaze, a weight to bear,

A glimmer of light, in future's unknown air.


Siblings and parents, eyes filled with trust,

Seeking a path, in the world's vast thrust.

With a degree in hand, and dreams in flight,

I'll carve my journey, bring hope to their night.


In the tapestry of time, a story to unfold,

A graduate's tale, both brave and bold.

The beacon of promise, guiding my way,

For family's sake, I'll seize the day.

@*Mateni*

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