Three hundred sixty-five days in a year,
But all but one are truly un-birthdays.
Days not to celebrate births, but appraise
Life, randomness, occupation, career,
And concepts that physically don't appear.
Today, we celebrate the sun's great rays,
A sign that we lived through our high school days,
That we have survived AP Lit this year!
But as birthdays and un-birthdays arrive and pass,
And memories are treasured or else forgotten,
Will we remember the great people in this class?
Or let these memories become, with age, rotten?
Life is a chess game, always changing with each move,
But it's in reflecting them, that we can improve.