Circle
The emblem of success hovers over my head,
As does the square black graduation cap,
Both reckoning the last four years of hard work,
No sleep, a pocket empty and an overdrawn account!
Into the air go the cheers from the crowd,
Kith and Kin all gathered to share my joy,
Clapping and stamping, whistling and blowing horns,
Oh! What a perfect sunny day this is.
A drop of sweet slowly traces my left cheek,
Wetting my collar and cooling my head,
As I walk to, across and a way from the podium,
My name and my recorded greeting air at once!
I did it alright!
The sun goes down, the party ends and the guests leave,
My family retires to bed and I lay awake on the floor,
Tracing the lines on the ceiling, counting the boxes they
made!
A silly smile escapes my lips, and I wonder…
Now what?!!!????
For a second this moment seems like a déjà vu,
I was a freshman then,
I had made it to college,
Now what?!!!!??
Why….. Isn’t life a funny circle!
“The more things change the more they stay the same”, They
say.
By M. Omolo
