From the times we were pulling our mother’s soft skirts

To the times we were trying our father’s big shoes

Soon we were old enough to be sent to school

History started writing itself

Now, kindergarten was blast, but now that’s the past

Now 1st grade was much harder

And the years to come were much of labor

This was a thought of a naïve 3rd grader

We finally left from elementary school

Why would we say goodbye?

Teachers became more backbreaking

The homework got more strenuous

And middle school was unbelievable

Either the perfumed gym rooms

Or the stale food luck

Made all of us peculiar

Those 2-3 years summed it up

We left middle school nervous for high school

Freshmen at the bottom of the pole

COVID kicking us out

School came back and we grew up so fast

We became juniors in a single clap

Why would I want to say goodbye?

They say “Success has many memories and shines”

The chapter was closing as we made up our minds

Those hands we once held are letting go

I guess its time.

I must say

goodbye.