The Month of May

All my best friends are gone
My time is coming
But what will I do?
The future is undecided
Soon a decision will be made
Whether my choice or Gods
I have a path and it starts in May
Dressed in cap and gown
I face the real world, so they say
Lots of factors add to the choice
Being happy is the first
How do I know that I’m on the right path?
How do I know I’m making the right choice?
How do I know that I wont black the world out again and go numb?
I know I will succeed this time, with trust in all my preparation and the love and faith of those supporting
My life begins
Not of a birth in a hospital
But of a walk across a stage
I’ll remember the summer warmth, the winter frost
The pool days, the music, the festivities
This town shaped me; the people molded me
The days came and went in an orderly fashion and now I’m left to keep them that way
All from the month of May
Good luck to you all, I’ll remember you clearly
And hold our times together dearly
On to the month of May

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