A Seasoned Scholar
I walk these halls, a seasoned soul,
With life's experiences, my heart and mind whole.
I've lived, I've loved, I've worked, and I've grown,
Now, I'm back in school, with wisdom to be known.
My silver hair, a badge of honor true,
A testament to years of living, learning anew.
I've seen it all, from dawn till night,
But still, I seek knowledge, a beacon shining bright.
The classroom's warmth, a haven for my mind,
Where youthful energy and age entwine.
I share my stories, and they share their own,
Together we learn, in this academic home.
No deadlines, no regrets, just pure delight,
In discovering new worlds, and exploring new light.
My path may be different, but my passion's the same,
To learn, to grow, and to leave a lasting flame.
In this community, I find my place,
Among fellow travelers, with diverse face.
We support each other, through trials and strife,
Together we thrive, in this college life.
So here I'll stay, and soak up the lore,
A seasoned scholar, forever more.
For age is just a number, not a limit or a test,
In college life, I'm free to be my best.
Poetry By Kelly 07/08/25
