Senior Year
The end of senior year is bittersweet.
Most of our assignments are incomplete
Working the bare minimum to pass
Taking each day class by class
Senioritis has been here since third quarter
As the teacher’s patience gets shorter and shorter
The deadline are nearing
But they’re something none of us are hearing
There are more lasts than firsts
And the thought of college is making us burst
As much as we all want to get out
Oh, what I would do to just reroute
Copyright © Madison Bowman | Year Posted 2023
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