Graduating from high school
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You told me I couldn’t because you couldn’t
You told me I shouldn’t because he should
Your fists told me not to try
I didn’t listen, even as they told me again
The bench was cold
The hours were long
Behind old eyes I see
A boy, once young and free
Whose laughter rang
Who danced and sang
Who smiled back as me
Behind old ears I hear
The sounds of passing years
And yet somehow
The days go by,So quickly it seems.It seems that just yesterday,You started school.Then there you are,Here today,Graduating from high school.
As I walk down the aisle,
Wearing my cap and gown in style.
I realize today is the day,
That parents prayed for.
As I take my seat,
I look around and see,
The teachers who taught me,
Never again to walk those wonderful brick halls.
Only to come back years ahead
As a stranger and an outsider-
As a student never again.
And to cherish the sweet days I had there.
To remember those many memories,
