Glacier Poem #3
The end of our school
It's coming ever near
Though it's quite delightful
I can't help but tear
For when this is all over
None will be here
I shall make the best
Out of this year
Graduation is over
Let's all give a cheer!
Off to high school we shall
And beyond - our career
For this is our last
Final frontier
I'll miss you all
My friends, my peers!
To our goals, ambitions
Promise to adhere
Let us accomplish
Win, persevere!
For they are our wheel
Let it drive and steer
Will you a doctor,
Lawyer, engineer?
Decades from now,
Let us appear
In a council someday:
Let us hear
What you've done
What you've feared
But please, for me
Be quite sincere
I read what I've wrote
I admit I am queer
Forgive me now
I'm austere
Know this well,
Crystal clear
I'll make the best
Out of this year!
poem by Chubchub Penguin
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