What will I do when I leave OU?
Pens and highlighters will remain as good as new
No more assignments to submit
I will miss them, although it’s hard to admit
What will I do when I leave OU, I ponder as I sit
No more OU packages to await
No more TMA’s to submit too late
Where will my degree take me?
I wonder is it fate?
What will be, will be I think, as I close my garden gate. . .
Perhaps I will start a course in poetry
Rhyming I enjoy, it would be good to learn some new techniques
Which on this page, I could employ
Graduation is on the horizon
I must book my place soon
No more assignments to submit
by the deadline that is noon
The cap and gown I have dreamt of
are now within my reach
I give credit to the OU,
for the way in which they teach
No more OU packages to await
No more TMA’s to submit too late
Where will my degree take me?
I wonder is it fate?
What will be, will be I think, as I close my garden gate . . .
Very nice. Captures that bittersweet feeling..
Yvonne