The End? Nope.

Oh my gosh, is it really here?

I can't believe it's my senior year.

Although there is plenty reason to fear,

I can only begin to cheer. 

The rest of my life will soon be beginning

and it almost feels like my head should be spinning.

This is the year I'll remember forever

as my life continues on to the next endeavor. 

My sports seasons are going to be the best yet,

doing swim for the first time I'm sure to get wet. 

Baseball is important, I've worked so much,

success is so close, just out of my touch. 

Some say it's over, that high school is the end, 

and I reply, "Oh no my dear friend."

Rejoice, for our lives will soon start,

and why don't we make them a work of art?

 

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