As seniors are graduating and juniors are becoming seniors. It is bittersweet to know that you and your classmates will be separated next fall. While also acknowledging that the next upcoming school year will be filled with many lasts. So, I wrote this poem in the eyes of a forthcoming senior sadden by the thought of leaving high school behind.
Senior year is approaching
Although it seems like high school is just starting
Everyone you know and love will soon be fleeting
But what’s left of them are memories worth keeping
The love you share with your classmates will forever be living
Even if they are leaving
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