Last Day of College
On the last bright morning of our final day,
We tuck small seconds in our pockets, not to stray.
Hallways hold our secrets, framed in chalk and light,
We leave with arms full of goodbyes and soft delight.
Caps lift like fireworks against a wide, warm sky,
Voices rise in chorus; some laugh while others cry.
Yearbooks close on pages inked with jokes and tries,
We carry off the lessons where our courage lies.
We step through gates where ivy traced our past,
And march toward tomorrows formed to hold us fast.
Yet every bell that tolls will keep our footsteps near,
For memory is a bridge we cross from year to year.
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