Thoughts of a Graduate
Senior year, GRADUATION!
Its taking forever,
Day after day, week after week
Month after month, year after year
It is getting closer, I can almost taste it
Just a few more months, weeks, DAYS
Applications left and right,
Acceptance here and there
Decisions, Decisions
Projects, Projects
Essays, Essays
When will it end?!
Finally May, almost there..
Sweaty palms, nervous, tension
What to wear? Who to invite?
Who to party with? Cookout maybe?
I will only get this day once in life,
All my friends will be there..
Those annoying teachers also..
But, I feel a tear arising..
Then several more..
I may never see these kids again
Maybe I wasn't as ready, as I thought I was
Can I grow up now?
So soon, so fast?
No choice now, my name is called
Tassel moved, tears falling,
Cap, Gown, heels and all
This old high school, no more
Am I ready?
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