High School, a dreaded place for learning
Starting so very early in the morning
A place whre relationships are made
And a place where they sometimes fade

Teachers: grading, yelling, teaching
Students: learning, talking, sleeping
Projects and Essays no one wants
If left undone you'll definitely flunk

The drama, the gossip, the friends, the fun
Caged in a classroom yearning for the sun
But soon most of these things will be gone
And your highschool career will be done

Your underclassmen friends wave goodbye
Your same class friends hug you and cry
The memories of them you hold near
"Will I see them again?" is the question of fear

Graduation, the final walk
The last time you hear you teacher talk
You sit and listen to your peer
Its the final end to your SENIOR YEAR


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