White and black gowns 

Caps with tassels hanging down

The slow march of my peers

The concealment of my tears

 

One final moment

The last seconds of commencement

All of the stress, the mess, and the fears

Yes, all of this was to get us here.

 

Not a single second of childhood remain.

And yet, we are filled with excitement we can barely contain.

 

As we face our abiguous futures,

We hold onto the remnants of our past.

The laughs, the dances, the football games

The lockers, our teachers, the cafeteria food that always looks strange 

 

Thirteen years of school have led to this.

Each hour filled with either dread or bliss

And as we reflect on all the good times we had,

The memories so dear feel both joyous and sad.

 

At the end of it all, 

We will be in seperate places come fall.

Before, we were oblivious to our lives passing by.

But our childhoods disappear in the blink of an eye.

 

Time is fleeting and

Life is much more than succeeding.

The enumerous worries about our GPAs

Have all but vanished away. 

As much as we must prepare for the future

We must never neglect the present or our past.

For the memories we make right now 

Are the memories that will always last.