Senior Year

Senior year is full of crying and sorrow, Joy and excitement for what's to come. Thinking of the money I will have to borrow, Makes me wish that I was dumb. Lots of parties to attend, Lots of food to be eaten. Nobody wants them to end, With plenty of piñatas to be beaten. As the year rounds down to its end, I will miss my friends very dearly. Even with the letters I will send, I may only get to see them yearly. Although I know they will do well, When I see them, the tears will swell!