Best Lifeclass Poems
2009
WRITTEN BY: LORRIE DENTMON
DATE: JULY 25th, 2009
TITLE: DEAR CLASS OF 1987
DEAR CLASS OF 1987
RUSTY VANN CAMP,
WHY HIS NAME I'VE NEVER FORGOT,
POPULAR BY NO MEANS,
BUT I REMEMBER HE WAS PICKED ON A LOT,
I TRIED TO BE A FRIEND,
TO THOSE WHO HAD NOT MANY,
MOST OF YOU JUST PASSED HIM BY,
NOT THINKING HE TOO HAD FEELINGS,
I'LL NEVER FORGOT THAT MORNING,
WHEN THE HOMEROOM CLASS BELL RANG,
WE WERE ALL IN OUR ASSIGNED SEATS,
MRS. KRAFT WAS PREPARING TO TEACH,
SHE WAS INTERRUPTED,
CAUSE THE PRINCIPAL HAD AN ANNOUNCEMENT,
RUSTY WOULDN'T BE HERE TODAY,
BECAUSE HE 'D HAD AN ACCIDENT,
WE HAD A FEW MOMENTS OF SILENCE,
THOUGH NOT MANY DID IT SEEM TO BOTHER,
BUT I STILL HAVE THE NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS,
WHERE HE HAD FLIPPED HIS VOLKSWAGON,
DEAR CLASS OF 1987,
HAVE WE ALL GROWN UP JUST A LITTLE,
AND DO YOU EVER REGRET THE TIMES,
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN ANOTHER.
Many of us have been around each other since middle school,
some since elementary, and few since pre-school or birth.
We've had our arguments and made-up afterwards,
we helped each other out in times of need and confusion.
As we continued on through life,
we've lost friends and gained some.
We've gone through changes and tribulations of time,
in these times, we had our friends when family didn't understand.
Together, we have watched each other grow, learn and change,
we experienced similar things together but alone, and we understand some of each other's
pains.
We shared our secrets, fears, wonders, and pains,
with the truest of friends that are held close.
These are a few of the good days that we'll always remember,
we'll retell the stories all the time to loved ones and old friends.
We'll laugh at the stupid things we ever did,
smile at the sweetest and best of our memories.
But for now, as the class of 2009,
we, together, count down the days to graduation.
Where we will spend our last day together,
in our caps and gowns, to collect our diplomas.
Afterwards we will party, celebrate,
when that comes to an end we'll cry our 'good-byes' and 'keep in touches'.
We'll hug and cry, laugh and cry, because we're all going
our own seperate ways, we may not see each other for a long time.
He'll go to college, she'll go to Apprentice School,
they're studying abroad, you'll move away, those two are in the military.
We'll all go somewhere, make something of ourselves,
we're the class of 2009, we've all get our own agenda.
No matter where we go, what we do, or who we meet,
we'll always remember our senior year, our friends and teachers.
We'll look back and remember our 12 years of school,
our best and true friends and we'll smile.
This is our graduate's memoir,
the graduate's mind, triggered by pictures, sounds, or names.
Maybe you just want to recall the moment,
but either way you never forget the day you graduated
Class
of
2009