Graduation Poem
What the future holds...
No more bells or feet stampering down the halls
no more techers or friends she still recalls
no more reading the writing on the bathroom stalls
no more friendly discussions in chemistry class
no more walking around with a hall pass
and no more listening to the teachers sass
just a black cap and gown and a football feild to cross
childhood memories to keep and exhaust
some friendships to keep and some at a loss
new schools new jobs new lives
new happiness and joys new angers and strifes
new family and friends, husbands and wives
as we go down the path of our design
memories of the past twelve years will intertwine
but no one will ever forget the class of '09
by Tir3d oF Hurtin
