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My Last

January 22, 2014
By Sam Isken BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
Sam Isken BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
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The bell is sounding, last match at home
Not alone, walking out now
Four years over fast, I roam
Inching towards the future, if allowed.

Speaker is rambling, like this poem,
As we throw our caps in the air I stare
Thinking about struggles, one, chem
Graduation has come, I don’t care.

Looking back on the memories I made
I know there are many more to be made
In the meadows for days I laid,
Reminiscing on those glory days.

High school is the prime of your life.
Don’t let it pass you by.


The author's comments:
This piece is about high school and how it should be enjoyed.

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