Certificates, more than acknowledgement of deeds
completed, meted out in consideration
of time spent, studying things while together.
They aren't diplomas or degrees but meet our needs
to show achievement to an uncaring nation
which, is a useless rattling of faith driven beads.
And yet they are prettily printed, names inscribed
and we collect them like honey from a beehive.
They adorn walls gaily to remind we're alive
while our other failings of life and love we hide.
So certificates, no matter how demeaning
can be displayed boldly to give us new meaning
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