Monday, April 20, 2009

rites of pass·age


When I pass age of barely twelve,
Into the confirmation rite I delve.

When I pass age of bold eighteen,
I write the SAT-essay for deans.

When I pass age of twenty-two,
I earn the right (with praise) to grad school zoo.

When I pass age of twenty-six,
I aim to be the wright of my own tricks.



for Read Write Poem: rites of passage