Seniors
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hey guys
this is it,
we have 4 more months till we graduate.
Its been a long ride
ive known you all since 7th grade.
i have seen you all grow and go through what life has thrown at you,
and on, and on, and on they go,
flourshing in the breeze,
they come but they never stay they always fly away.
some will cough and others will sneeze,
some will just go... they will go.
The Kaffeeklatch
It's 9AM on a Monday.
The Grey haired seniors gather at the same ol' coffee shop,
wearing their varied camouflage, sports, and veterans hats.
Dear high school seniors,
It's sad because we have so little time left with the people we've been taking for granted for so long.
It's sad because it feels like it will happen so suddenly
everyone tells you how amazing senior year will be,
From freshmen year, you watch in awe as the seniors move about.
You envy them, for their achievements and accomplishments
For their prom dresses and their cap and gowns.
You all have touched my life in many ways.
Perhaps it started when you first offered me a seat back in eighth grade.
I was awkward, shy, I didn't want to fuck things up.
But I had nowhere to go.
Summer is already over, and only now it hits me.I am a senior. This year.And I am running out of time.What have I done?All of that time that I spent inJunior, sophomore, even freshman year
The road that lies ahead in our minds
is often bright and shining
To others, it's dark and gloomy
and every sunrise is a dread
Caught in the middle, I'm paralyzed
between fear and hope
Thank you.
I honestly don’t know how to put it any other way but
Thank you.
Thank you teachers for choosing this career path.
Thank you for dealing with
Senior year,
A time where
Day by day you
Create memories,
Knowing they'll die.
Yet you continue,
Relentlessly even.
You'll go your own way,
He'll go his.
Deadlines and expectations
stress and struggle,
it's here, it's time
The truth comes to the light
Do they not understand
Do they feel the stress behind our eyes
Do they feel the expectations weighing down on our shoulders
We do.
We do not realize that you want the best
We feel pressured
They were the best class I've had,
said the teachers who taught the 2014 graduating class.
Nothing but trouble,
mentioned the Sherriff with evidence on his desk.
The year we believed amd soared far in football,
He's on every wall of every room,
Around our necks and in our heads,
In our hearts, in what we said.
He hangs on the cross,
Head bowed in shame
'Cause you can't do one thing.
I have a dream,
Similar to Martin Luther King,
I want us all to succeed.
The words, "We have finally made it" to be uttered through our hearts,
Shared by
Our differences,
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror
same face, same features
growing up with you has been a joy
but now we are both seniors
about to part our ways
and I dread this day
for I ask myself everyday
The bell rings. The anouncements come on.
THAT has been our morning every day of the school year, for the past 3 years.
Now we're seniors, and I still see this sad, sad routine.
Wow I cant believe I finished high school.
This feeling I feel is too cool.
I thank my mom for everything
and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything.
I want to be the best I can be
A small adventure it was,
a mile journey.
On crumbling pavement,
carrying my sandals in my left hand.
Barefoot,
blisters forming,
small cuts from tiny shards of glass,
thrown to the roads.
