They arrive like those before them
Eager, excited
Nervous, a bit stiff
It is their time
Their moment has come.
Awkward, at first, they explore places of interest
Places where others might have been
But these walls are theirs
For now.
Comfort, strength surround them
It must happen now, and it does
They have their turn, their moment, their experience
Their education.
They leave.
The walls do not talk
But they have graduated one more.
Smooth Aggregator, Not So Smooth Poet 