This is it

After waiting so long for senior year

We celebrate the fact that it’s finally here

This year, however, marks a series of lasts

Those we will forever hold in our past

 

The last Friday night lights watching the band

The last pep rally cheering on the cheerleaders and football

The last homecoming dance back in the fall

The last prom holding our date hand in hand

 

One day we will all go our separate ways

Slowly losing contact with one another

As sad as this all seems it's not all bad

It gives us a chance to start a series of firsts

 

The first late cram for a college final

The first sip of alcohol legally

The first time living free on your own

The first real friends you will keep for the rest of your life

 

This is the end of everything we know

But also the beginning of exploring the unknown

This poem is about: 
Our world

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