My First Last Year

Stitching together,
A heart for forever,
I began my last quest of time,
It's like every other,
No real need to bother,
Just run before that very last chime.

So working my way up,
Past memories bitter and rough,
I think back on how I wished I was taller,
Still am I short,
And still the stranger sort,
As now I wish to be shorter,

Though it's stranger to me,
To look in the mirror and see,
That I might just be one year older,
So on that thought,
I went ahead and casually bought,
Chocolate and practiced my smolder,

Thus now I spend my days,
In my happiest place,
Shelving a large maze of wonders,
And though it's hard to keep up,
With all the homework and college stuff,
It's still on the list of places I'd probably plunder,

With my coterie and me,
As thick as clever thieves,
Still have a grand network for homework,
And though we are still slightly depressed,
At all the things our legacy will have left,
We still think we are pretty close to ending school hunger,

Now for the rest of my year,
With all my holidays the last I fear,
To spend at the side of all those strange beings I love,
And for all the Really Big tests,
That I really really hope to pass,
In order to make my way to the college above,

And that is my full first last year,
Hopefully in it learning how it is you "steer",
I hope it all goes well,
And even though I'll miss this crazy bliss,
I know there is nothing worth more than this,
To that I bid thee farewell, and hope to have many more stories left to tell.

This poem is about: 
Me

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