A poem for high school graduates (with apologies to Dr. Seuss)
The world’s your oyster. The world’s your stage.
Your future awaits, so turn the page.
The Lord will guide you. So, trust His plans.
Just say “Your wish is my command.”
Look in your heart. What brings delight?
Embrace your gift. Turn on the light.
God made you just the way you are.
So go with that and you’ll go far.
But far begins with one small step.
So lace your shoes and then expect
to run your race at your own speed.
Don’t fret about who’s in the lead.
This thing called life’s a marathon.
It’s not a sprint. So, carry on!
Along the way, you’ll trip and fall.
You’ll bruise your knees and that’s not all.
Your pride will smart, but that’s okay.
That’s how you learn to make your way.
So, each new day look in the mirror.
Confront yourself and what you fear.
Be sure to give yourself a smile.
It’s good to celebrate each mile.
Along the path that you will go,
who cares if you go fast or slow.
Remind yourself God’s in control
and He will help you reach your goals.
What matters most is making time
to pace yourself and read the signs
of where to go and what to do.
The future does depend on you.