Poem : A Boquet of Memories
Last day of school,
I'm happy, yet sad.
Kissed my locker, that I had.
No more homework, that's good,
But leaving my gang feels bad.
I'm happy, yet sad.
Kissed my locker, that I had.
No more homework, that's good,
But leaving my gang feels bad.
She shouts from inside,
"I'm a big girl now!
Start thinking for tomorrow,
Spread your wings and take a bow,
Take your steps, be thorough!"
"I'm a big girl now!
Start thinking for tomorrow,
Spread your wings and take a bow,
Take your steps, be thorough!"
The college was a great ride,
No homework, no more plight.
But emotions, like the tide,
Rising high and bright,
Choosing the one, I couldn't decide.
No homework, no more plight.
But emotions, like the tide,
Rising high and bright,
Choosing the one, I couldn't decide.
She whispered from inside,
"I'm not a little girl now!,
I need to be wise,
gather your wings and take the vow,
with charm and pride, I'm now bride.
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