Good Times

Windows down, music blaring,
Boys honking, people starring.
Sunny days, clear skies,
Moments being made that one could never pass by.

It’s summer time, everyone is carefree,
Every night staying out past three.
Friendships made but also broken,
Beside long burning fires that never stop smokin’.

The end of the summer is near,
Time for another group trip to the pier.
To recap amazing memories made,
And hoping they will not fade.

Next year will be the end of our high school career,
Going into the real world will soon become everyone’s fear.
Thanks to all our teachers who have gotten us here,
Our junior year had to be our toughest year.