For eighteen years
we have grown
and have been inspired.
When we fell,
someone was there
to help us on our feet.
Friendships were made
as secrets were kept.
While we grew older
Those friendships grew
as others were brought together.
There were those in our groups
who went astray
and some, who will never return.
As commencement approaches,
the child still in us doesn’t want
to let go.
Friendships will be lost,
as our innocence is left behind.
But as we walk away on that day
we each shall forge our own path,
with our future unknown.
Remembering
what we have gained
from these eighteen years.
Knowing
we must carry these memories on
for tomorrow.
*This was composed for the yearbook for the class of 2004 at Menomonee Falls High School, but I think it carries a message many new graduates can relate to year after year.
