The Circle
Four years and I have built a family
Theater, something I never knew I needed
Until it was gone
I look back on the times we made that circle
Closed our eyes, held hands
Love, faith, tradition, and family
That is what we learned
Seniors create an inner circle
A speech is made that we won’t forget
As a look around I memorize the faces
The faces of people who’ve become my family
Because next year, I won’t be coming back
And just like that the feeling rushed in
I am leaving this place
The place I call my second home
I am grown, and it’s time
Even though some parts may hurt,
This is the beginning of the climb
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