On Friday I graduated college.

Fine looking family.

Big day in Theebs history

It was a pretty good day.

At first, I thought it was stupid. A huge gathering of people all wearing the same thing, sitting around listening to some windbags go on about our futures and the first days of the rest of our lives.

But as the ceremony went on, I felt immense joy. Me and all of the people I have associated with for the past five years have accomplished something together. It turned out to be a good time.

During the ceremony, I wrote a poem to mark the occasion. Here it is in its entirety:

The end is beginning

And the bells are

ringing

ringing

ringing.

Raise your voices in celebration.

Begin singing

singing

singing.

The doors are open.

Wide and free.

The path stretches

before you and me.

Those bells are chiming

Still ringing

ringing

ringing.

The voices are swelling

Still singing

singing

singing.

The path is winding

long and unknown.

We follow along,

not knowing where it goes.

The bells are thunderous.

Ringing

ringing

ringing.

The voices are sonorous.

Singing

singing

singing.

The world is spread before us.

With all its horror and glory.

Come tragedy or comedy,

whatever the story.

Those bells ring us in

like a new calender year.

The voices sing our praises

to chase away our fear.

It is time.

The end is beginning.

The bells are still sounding.

The voices keep singing.

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