class of 2017
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My proclamation?
This is what I've got;
My motivation?
Consider it shot;
My concentration?
Lost it on the spot;
My procrastination?
Worse than you thought;
My generation?
Senior Year
It will be such a relaxing year,
they told me.
I won't have too much to worry about,
I thought.
I have to know what my major is
I have to know what university I will attend
Senior year
Senior year
They expect so much
yet instruct so little.
Applications due.
Grades improved.
Late nights at work.
But it will soon all be a memory.
College – eighteen years of longingness.
Now, when you are around the corner,
When the measurement is not years, but months,
I’m afraid, wanting to take a step back,