In Triumph

Twelve years, twelve long years

to climb the standard grades and curriculums

only to arise at a point before another cliff face

upon a mountain of diversity among peers.

As we look around now upon the faces so familiar

yet so strange, we all feel an uncertain peace.

As if our differences matter not in the face of triumph

and victory for the past twelve years we’ve all endured.

In togetherness and solitude we’ve strode the endless fields

of English, waded the rivers and steams of mathematics,

lead each other beyond the fences of science, and finally

upon this our last redeeming venture, we climb this mountain of diversity.

For all the years behind us, and for all the years ahead

we can only admit peace to one another.

Abiding what differences we have into our limited similarities,

to help each other reach this seemingly lowly summit.

And past this summit the skies lead us to whatever limits,

to whatever end we here may pursue,

to whatever happiness we here may find.

Unto which we can fly away in pursuit of our Lives.