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At Four Years End
When the 4 years began,
We patiently sat on the bus
Waiting to arrive at school for the first time.
As eager little freshman, sophomores, and juniors
Sitting in class making it seem like its the worst thing ever,
Taking every moment for granted
And wanting nothing more than for school to be over.
How foolish we were to take those moments for granted,
Because those moments, freshman, sophomore, and junior years
That we couldn't wait to be over,
Hit us hard now as Seniors,
And we don't want them to end.
We want to relive them again and again
And don't want to let go.
Letting go means moving on,
And moving on is something we are not ready for.
The security blanket of high school, the care of teachers and administrators,
And the camaradiere of our peers
Is something that has kept us unified for four years.
Reality sets in, and the mind starts thinking.
Am i ready for college? Am i ready to move on?
Am i ready for life? Is life ready for me?
The feeling we get is a helpless one
Because we know the answers to the questions are unknown.
At four years end, we reminisce
Over the times we wish we could have back,
But with every end comes a new beginning...
