A SENIOR'S LOT

You're a senior now
No longer just a student.
Friends, teachers, everyone
expects you to be prudent.

Time is very fleeting,
There's so much to he done.
A senior's lot is full of work,
But also full of fun. 

Your emotions are so muddled, 
You cannot laugh or cry, 
And so you do just nothing 
Except sit back and sigh. 

Life is oh so different!
At times you feel quite strange,
And suddenly you almost wish
The atmosphere would change. 

There are things that you remember,
There are things that you regret;
Most of all there are some things
You wish you could forget. 

Life is now upon you
You have no time to think;
Your thoughts are swirling round
Still floating on a brink. 

If only you could live
As once you used to do,
Before you were a Senior
Before this life so new.

MY SCHOOL DAYS

As my school days near an end
And I thoughtfully pretend
That I am starting on my way
To live again my first school day -

We walk to school, My Mom and I,
And when she leaves I start to cry
But after a week I'm on my own
To travel back from school to home.

1-A, 1-B, and up I go,
Learning things I didn't know.
And then one day I realize
That there are little boys, besides. 

I graduate from grammar school
Quite educated, I'm no fool.
Then one day in early September,
Comes the day I'll always remember. 

I enter Lane. My dreams come true.
I wonder then what I will do
When I am gone from this memorable place.
What are the adventures that I must face? 

Only time can tell what is in store.
I really wish I had one year more,
But the time has come for me to go-
Believe me Lane, I'll miss you so.