Graduation

The first day of school we stood in a line
Waiting to get our box of crayons and pencils with the cool designs
Moms lingered outside behind the glass
Waiting to see if the final kiss they gave would last
Boys were icky and girls stayed away
Naptime was dreaded every day
Making a mess with paint on our fingers
Looking back I think we all wish that time would have lingered
Endless falls and constant tears
We never knew of the simplicity of our fears
Would we get the most colorful sticker?
Or the biggest snack?
And every kid wanted to show off their new backpack
Twelve years later and here we are
Together still, yet we have traveled far
Future doctors and teachers, moms and dads
Thoughts of far away schools and bachelor pads
Some have remained friends, some have parted
Yet none of us ever forget where we started
But here we are, again in a line
But not for crayons, for diplomas this time