An Old Poem

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I wrote this 3 years ago, before high school graduation:

On the End of High School
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[FONT=&quot]The forced smile,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Perpetual lump in the throat,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And urge to clasp that boy close forever[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I know I should be joyfully[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Shouting and jumping around;[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I can’t let go of my desperate plea for one more day.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]All things must end, I know.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]He must go on another year,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And I leave after this one.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]It is part of growing and changing;[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The past has no room in Future’s house[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And must be the hobo on the road,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]A passing thought given,[/FONT]
But no more.


[FONT=&quot]I hope you all like it.
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