In this endless stream of time
I'll remember this moment.
The piano music with its beautiful singer
Her soft voice on the radio calms
The classroom.
Everyone chatters and laugh
Talking about actors and TV shows
I'm sitting here writing this poem
Listening to these comforting sounds.
One day we'll graduate and travel
Somewhere far, but maybe
We'll meet in the future
Like next to a train track.
The jerks, the nerds, the funny ones,
The cool ones, the mean ones,
The sassy ones, the athletics ones,
And my historic English teacher.
Did I really come this far,
To this point of remembering
My past of something from nostalgia?
When did the years fly by?
We were all young.
I was young and I still
Remember myself picking the flowers
In the garden and eating them
And laughing with my friends
In the school playground.
At this point in time
I'll remember this moment too
And maybe I'll return to
This place of nostalgia.
- Sabrina E.
11/04/2016
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Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
