A Senior Year
Every child dreams of their senior year;
For some, it never comes.
Whether tragedy or truancy;
it always seems unjust.
This year has been a hard one;
no one would have ever guessed.
A senior nearly took their life,
while a junior was laid to rest.
And what about the teacher who nearly lost their life?
Or the alumnus who lost his fight?
There has been family lost;
An uncle, a mother, a brother, all friends.
The seniors at St. Clair will be united til the end.
We have taken the hardships
and we have won the fight.
Being that senior that nearly gave in.
I have learned my lesson;
I will hold on until the end.
Life will not end after senior year;
it will only begin.
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