a poem by Kendra Truesdale, Senior Math Education Major
Tomorrow’s your last day of high school
How does it feel?
And congratulations, you made it through
With no one knowing
Two years ago today, it was my last day of high school
A little bit different from yours
I couldn't wait to get out of there
To never see your face again
Never have to remember—
Though of course I couldn't forget
How are you?
I'll be there tomorrow
To watch you walk down the aisle
Watch you throw your cap up in the air
I'll be there in a crowd of five hundred
Your name to be called one of four hundred
Some will clap; others will cheer
I'll be there for the three seconds it'll take
To say the two syllables of your name
The one I always thought I'd hear
In a courtroom.
How do you feel?
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