• As Days come and go,
    Months steadily pass.
    The year is coming to a close,
    Schools out, it’s gone; you’re free to roam around…

    The days seem like a distant memory now;
    When your friends and teachers were abound.
    High school sweethearts came and left, friends were made and broken,
    Life was so sweet, when we were young and learning.

    Now here comes the sorrow,
    Of a heart felt goodbye.
    We will miss all of you,
    Teachers included, for you won’t be around.

    School is out and some are sad, others are glad;
    Missed will our old classrooms be.
    They will all be cherished in our memories,
    Loved and hated, that’s what school, our life lessons, shall be…