A Senior Sonnet

A Senior Sonnet

To walk this school can sometimes feel a chore.

A pained endeavor, pushing through the maze.

But while my face screams tales of twinge and bore,

I cannot help but hope to seize the days.

A world unknown, unkind outside these walls

Awaits me as I move on from this stage.

The warmth and bond that permeates these halls

Is one I’d care to trap inside a cage.

After the tassel turns I’m on my own,

A once big fish cast on to bigger sea. 

Say in new lands I find myself alone?

No swimming back, returning to past glee.

But say those tides lead to successful turf?

That wave, it’s one I’d regret not to surf.