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.