by Kay
As I sit here in class,
I observe my friends
And look forward to the year
Coming to an end.
It's gonna be sad
To say good- bye.
I'll miss everyone.
I know I will cry.
I remember the day
When I came back
To be with my friends
And get on the right track.
We had so many moments;
Some bad, most great.
I'll always remember the love
And erase the hate.
I don't wanna say good- bye
To all my friends.
I don't want this year
To come to an end.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
As It Comes To An End
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