a/n this was my eighth grade graduation poem. hope you like it:)
The days are getting shorter, while we are getting older
The weeks go by like the sands of time, not lingering for a moment longer
Friends are fading enemies growing
Personalities changing and no one knows where they're going
Dreams are withering away like dust in the wind
Shadows start to fade as the sun goes down again
The moon rise's high to shine on us now
The days may have been hard
We may have hated ever second
But we will live on to fight, another battles won
The wars not over its not even close to being done
But this battle is over its time to move on
So pack up your weapons the shelling has stopped
It's time to say goodbye to the friends who aren't gone
We've lost so many along the way
For the deadliest battle is the place where we learn
For knowledge is a gift and also a curse
We have good and bad inside us all
What will we choose when it's time to take the fall
For that's what makes us who we are
This will be the day we have waited for
This will be the day the doors are opened
This will be the day the seal is broken
For time has taken its token
Choices to be made, Promises to be broken
But do not judge us for which troll we give are token
And leave the silence unbroken
For a Villon is just a victim who's story hasn't be told
