telerib | Walk the line

To walk or not to walk; that is the question.
Whether tis nobler to sit through College Park graduation day traffic
And a two-hour ceremony
Or take my family out to lunch. To duck, to split -
And by playing hooky, avoid the aggravation. Ay, there's the rub,
For who knows what regrets may come
That this opportunity to mark my years of labor
Would be missed? There's the respect that comes with the degree,
With that pomp of hood and gown. Who would the graduation bear,
With its long speeches and tedious waiting, but that they anticipate
That glad moment when, before the throng,
They pass into a new country wherein they are called "Doctor."
And thus the native hue of resolution
To buck tradition and be sensible
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And an afternoon of pleasant leisure
With this regard their currents turn awry.