Graduation is near,
I must concur.
I've had this fear,
My past is a blur.
I've been to a lot of schools
Throughout my time.
The hardest to do,
Will be, to leave this one behind.
To leave all my friends,
All my teachers,
All of which I love so much.
In the past two years,
So many memories.
Next year I will have to leave all these.
I look forward to graduation
And say "Bring it on"
But the past
Is were I had so much fun.
Graduation is a once in a lifetime chance.
So I will make it the best.
That's a very sad poem, it's amazing how beauty can come from sadness.