Net Years

It is the first year

unfamiliar hallways

New experience

 

Oh I know this place

I know what I'm doing now

Upper lower class

 

So much expected

Almost on top of this place

Just give me two years

 

Almost out of here

Oh senior-itis

Time to say goodbye

 

Now four years have past

So many I didn't know

I wish I did more 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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