I can't help to think
That these are the days that I'll remember
Slaving away in a dish room late September
Waiting for the manager to let us go
Thinking about my future without a know
Of what will become of me after graduation
Talking to a girl that I've known for all of a minute
And strangely it feels like we've been so for years
This is Senior year and I'll remember it for trying so hard
Yet never getting far
I'll remember talks of financial ruin
And times of sitting watching my sick grandfather
I'll remember talks of giving in and talks of defeat
It will all be soon something of a sweet memory
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:Distorted Beauty
PoesieThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
