Treasure Island

Anne Unknown

(15-09-1995 / Den Helder, Netherlands)

Letter to my graduated sister

There comes a time in life,
when people have to leave the path they had followed.
They have to leave what they have known all their life,
and go out into the wide world.

When school is finished,
graduation passed,
you go on with your life,
and go to college.

You work for your future,
to get the best job you can get.
You've dreamt of the that job all your life,
or chose your study at the last minute.

None of that matters,
as long as you keep moving forward,
and keep your eyes on the prize,
your dream job,
and I'll know you'll succeed.

Submitted: Monday, July 19, 2010

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