Being a Senior

Being a senior, I never thought I'd be, Being a senior, Who me? There's so much to be done, A lot of work, a little fun. Lots of plans to be made, So many things to be paid. There's the cap, tassel and gown, And Prom where the Queen is crowned. And when graduation is finally here, Saying "good-byes" and seeing the tears. You will miss your friends all so much, And they always say, "Keep in touch". But time goes on and you forget, As they all fade away bit by bit. High School was just a part to be played, A time in our lives we portrayed. Now out in the real world we go, Not really sure of what we know. Take it day by day is all we can do, Hoping that we'll all make it through. But before I go I want you to know, "Class of EIGHTY-EIGHT You've been great"!!!!! (5/1988)