Final Days

It is the last week
Of the third grading period
Us seniors only have nine weeks left

Soon we won’t be in casual clothes
We will see each other in red gowns
Walking across the stage and shaking hands

Laughter and crying fills up the ocean center
With our high school diplomas in our hands
High school is over

Onto college we go
May not see half of our classmates anymore
We all part our separate ways

I can’t believe we’re all grown up now
We did it
I can’t believe my school years are all done