High School Blues

November 26, 2007
By Danica Zielinski SILVER, Congers, New York
Danica Zielinski SILVER, Congers, New York
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Let’s sing a tune
Called the high school blues
The cries of the masses
Come together for one night
To sing their tune
Across the universe of light

We tell the stories
From the pages of notebooks
Like the open diaries
The stress of tests and exams
Give our tune a quick new rhythm

We sit around the social fires
With companions and friends
Separate from other fires
Which don’t think of our existence
We share our stories and sing the same old tune

For those who have a solo fire
Sit on side lines
Join in with their own little tune
They bring a low beat
That sounds different when
We are together

The tales of lost souls
Give a mournful sound
To our high school tune
Friends of old disappear
Into the forest of memories
And the night sky of dreams

The suns almost rises
The fires have died and cooled
We leave the meeting place
Still sing our tune
Our song will go on forever
As long as there are stories to tell

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