Graduation for a sad Underclassman

It’s graduating day

Like, now, like today

And I think that that’s okay.

When they ring that bell we’ll all propel an alumnus parade.

I see robes teachers wear

But I don’t think I can bear

Seeing all these friends a’leavin, but for them, I guess, it’s pleasing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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