Senior Yearbook

Dear Panthers, 

It all is ending, fading away.

I want nothing more than to stay

In this moment with those I know,

But this town has no more space for us to grow.

It is inevitable that we must get out.

For that, I have no doubt.

It has just gone by so fast;

The 13 years spent with this class.

Together we have shed many tears,

But have made so many memories throughout the years.

In May we will file in and take a seat.

This moment will be bittersweet.

One hundred of us will walk across the stage,

And put our childhood in the grave.

All dressed in cap and gown,

Look around.

Breathe it in.

This is the just the beginning, not the end.

 

- Anonymous, Class of 2018 Member

This poem is about: 
Me

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