Five Years
The opening day I remember clearly.
The last, I will treasure dearly.
My last year was the worst
I wish I could travel to the past.
The happy faces from the first,
To the sobbing tears of the last.
Today, I opened the door to the future
And close the door to the past!
Copyright © Molly Pryor | Year Posted 2017
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