Graduation Sonnet

With finals coming up, I've been thinking a lot about my high school graduation a few months ago. For our AP Literature class, we were asked to write a sonnet about our feelings associated with our graduation. I'm going to post mine to my blog for old times' sake.

Winebibber
Though no robes smolder black, I feel as if
I'm at a fun'ral. Ev'ry row is lined
with youth I'll never see again, forthwith
approaching their last viewing in this time.
No man speaks ill about the dead lest he
adds a "God bless;" so are the vulgar hailed
comedians and those with courtesy
giv'n halos this day. Strange that wine or ale
may have the same effects as Memory;
all three grow spirited as they ferment
and make Us silly. Such kind trickery
allays the grief of our last shared event.
I wish you'd weep at leaving me behind,
But rest in peace--as long as I have wine.