Darlene Walsh

Silver Star - 3,307 Points (1994 / Philadelphia)

Diploma - Poem by Darlene Walsh

So small a credential
Acquaintances converged
For me they are here
My accomplishments merged

Four years of labor
And many more before
The air filled with pomp
Sounds of circumstance flourish

Into the world I'm thrust
Expectations have grown
But chances are small
Success far away

The world is sad
The jobs are bad
No paychecks are had
I'm about to go mad

What will tomorrow bring
When I can't see today
And circles are my path
With no where to go

I am told I have grown
An adult I am now
My own way I must find
In a world of miry clay

No gold for my pocket
No silver for my table
The fish are not biting
Mom brings me my bread

Back to the want ad
Best work suit am clad
Employment my new fad
And life will be glad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Now that I have my diploma yet, what does the world hold for me?

Comments about Diploma by Darlene Walsh

  • Gold Star - 15,505 Points John Westlake (12/27/2014 10:02:00 PM)

    A diploma is a good thing (for those who can get them) . Why would you not get a job, you seem more than intelligent enough to. Hopefully you get nice well paid job and be very happy. Best of luck. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, September 1, 2014


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