Class of '17

Between these walls, within these walls

As each step falls, we leave with out pasts.

No one will remember our ended Decembers

Or those blue, cold embers as we breath the last

Of the warm summer air and the old school fair

And the friends we shared in every class.

As we say goodbye to old friends, we'll sigh

Because time went by inexplicably fast.

I know I'll miss every 'bro' and 'sis'

I made in this high school class.

Our class, '17, has been a dream,

And now we've seen our adolescence pass.

So long my friends, this is where it ends

We make our amends and maybe we'll meet again.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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