Senior Year
I shed many tears,
as I look back on my high school years.
A Senior this year,
full of nothing but fear.
Telling myself that it will be okay,
I could not wait for this day,
now I do not feel that way.
It went way to fast,
of course it was a blast,
not ready to put it in the past.
Will make this year my best,
more memories than the rest.
All the memories I will miss,
Senior Year I got this!
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.