That time again


It’s the end of an era, they tell us,

The start of an age. Again.

End, end, end; start, start, start.

Nobody thinks of the middles.

Time cannot be divided

To symmetrical shapes

Cut off the fabric of Life.

Eras do not sleep quietly,

They follow you through,

They are called…memories.

And change is no paper clip,

Hastily keeping two pieces together.

It is part of a continuum, part of a whole.

Great thoughts these, comforting even!

Then why does graduation

Still sound scary?

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