Senior Year

(In memory of Frankie Abercrombie) Back to School, your last year Same ole stuff, but fresh, New gear With a promising future that is clear Dressed for the Prom like a Cavalier Standing next to a girlie, you hold So dear Grinning and posing, your heart full of cheer Like your Family, at graduation, being near So proud, until They almost shed a tear Watching you in the Formal, looking all debonair Especially grandma, who in the Spirit, would appear And, it has got you smiling, from ear-to ear As you're congratulated by friends with a can of beer Showing No signs of you becoming a living nightmare That's how it would be, if you were still here