graduation poem

behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
all my love for my sweet
do the boys and girls still go
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
perhaps it is no matter that you died
she knows a cheap release
from song and dream for ever gone
for then without
daughters of time
the little white prayers
this is the song of youth
stern cold man
i see all human wits
desolate and lone