the last four years all end with a grand stage/ all of my beloved papers and books traded for a diploma/ all of my late nights and emptied coffee cups are now behind me/ life moves out of my grasp and onto to the next hurrah

a mantra of green and gold i just began to learn/ it slips through my fingers like sand in the wind/ a social sciences building filled with all of my favorite professors/ their rushing by and last minute grading sings to my ears like a hymn

seventy years of an institution marked by my graduation/ all of its accreditations culminates in a student such as me/ living proof of its reputation surrounds me in the form of my fellow peers/ we’re all saying goodbye to the place where we learned to disagree

the last four years have left my hands stained with ink/ i have learned to navigate the library of congress to DG blind/ ancient wars and maritime commerce wait for me to cross/ just a few more steps before i leave my undergraduate years behind