School Years

by

Anne Strausser

As the year comes to an end,
for many of a school.
So embarks the new nieve graduates,
who are yet naked of the world,
BUt expectations are planned,
and with only a sincere heart,
and eagerness to set their path,
of only a destination that parts from
a willing hand.
SOme will go to school, for jobs in demand.
while others are more contrite
and lay the luxury of their future with no plan.
They'll look back to the memories of a friend.
Or that harsh teacher that just didn't seen
to them to be cool.
WHile all the while they were cheering
for you and hoping you wouldn't
go down as the class fool.
I'm sure there's one thing they learned,
that the greatest thing learned,
isn't necessarily from a book.
But from the expectation of being the best.
isn't from a diploma or degree it's
the important treasure in the middle of your chest.
SO goodluck to the class of 2002
The world welcomes you.
may it be the brightest of your dreams.
And alot of loyal comrades to make them come true.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at THE DEAD TOO ARE RESTLESS
by: R. K. Singh
from: Dhanbad, Jharkhand, India

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