Revolving Doors
Inspired by my recent graduation. And no, I never skipped class but I know of many who did.A door opens.
Someone step through.
A door closes.
Join the rush of students
Colors gold and blue
A door opens
Skipping classes
Decisions to rue
A door closes
Passing classes
Expectations grew
A door opens
Final months
Say ‘Adieu’
A door closes
The hall echoes
Voices of people we knew
A door opens
A door closes
P.S. Blue and gold were the colors of my high school.
Someone step through.
A door closes.
Join the rush of students
Colors gold and blue
A door opens
Skipping classes
Decisions to rue
A door closes
Passing classes
Expectations grew
A door opens
Final months
Say ‘Adieu’
A door closes
The hall echoes
Voices of people we knew
A door opens
A door closes
P.S. Blue and gold were the colors of my high school.
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