I walked in late, yet full of grace,
A little unsure, but I found my place.
Not at the front, not in the lead,
But with a heart that still believed.
They said, “It’s too late,” but I knew better,
Time didn’t steal my right to enter.
Each step I took was paved with strain,
But every ache gave birth to gain.
I wasn’t fast, but I was steady,
Tired, yes, but still I was ready.
My hands held books, my mind held fire,
My soul held dreams that wouldn’t expire.
I sat with teens, with wiser eyes,
I wore my age like I earned sunrise.
I failed, I cried, I doubted too,
But still I rose and pushed on through.
Not just for grades, not just for praise,
But for the voice I lost in younger days.
For peace of mind, for strength reclaimed,
For every goal I once had named.
So here I stand, not at the end,
But wiser now, and more of a friend
To myself, to my scars
Still, I learn beneath the stars.
FEDAMI
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