Graduation

by pookabear   Oct 21, 2006


When we first started school,
It all seemed so scary,
Everyone so big around us,
And our friends would vary.

We never thought about the end,
The day we would leave this town,
Will we grow old with our crushes?
Or will we all move around?

Will we lose our dear friends?
Or Have children at a young age?
Will we make other friends?
And still worry about our wage?

Will Jenna still laugh at all in life?
Will Sam still be the top of the class?
Will Kahla still hate me for what I did?
Will we still have time to watch it pass?

Will I grow old with Jenna as my friend?
All these questions we will have to wait and see
We think of this when we say goodbye
To the people who made me, ME!

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