class poem

12 years in the making, or mission's complete
we have journeys do long and accept no defete
graduation has arrived, our time has come
our future's ahead with goodbyes to some

the past will linger with memories engraved
like our secret crushes and love notes saved
friendships meant he most and its hard to let go
life moves fast but that you all know

the real world's ahead of us, reality's sinking in
overcoming challanges is hardest from withing
high school as a crossing a lesson learned
becoming who we are in this honor we've earned

it's farewell to teachers to whom we hold so dear
its' a final reflection and reminiscing sincere
a goodbye to friends taht will lose touch
a closing to everything that ment so much

best of luck to you all its onward to living
remember the tears but never stop giving
the bitter sweet parting, its been great
goodbye to the class of two thousand eight