I'm kinda sulking knowing
"The Day" is coming
The most awaited, yet
The most hated.
No more shall we hail
The late entry, instead
Dread the minutes lost
And the days we missed .
Food won't be the same
Yummy, obviously, but
Not with the same love
And laughter we shared.
Notes might be there
But not like those
We used to share, obviously
The ones that we begged.
"Okay, shall we show up
Today or tomorrow? ",
The ultimate controversy
Shall no more be discussed.
Assignments buried in a corner
Under the shelf that adorns
Our photograph and memories
Of the times we were honored.
All these years they let us enjoy
Only to make us cry in the end
With a degree, friends and
A big fat bank of memoirs.
