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Emily Mathews Poem
Four years of high school,
everything seems so cool.
Not thinking of how everything goes so quick,
the thought of leaving makes you feel sick.
from the start of it all,
you start to bawl.
Not ready to go
you have to let everyone know,
how thankful you are
for getting this far.
You look down
and see your gown
as green as can be
it’s time to be set free.
You hear Dr. Ladd call your name,
your mom’s smile doesn’t look the same.
She smiles with tears in her eyes,
she’s afraid of goodbyes,
as you walk away for college.
You then begin to acknowledge
adulting is hard,
but you won’t be scarred!
With your Diploma in hand,
everything is just as planned.
You start to feel like a man,
your life just began.
Copyright © Emily Mathews | Year Posted 2021
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Emily Mathews Poem
Young kids think this is just a game,
Running down a court learning how to tame.
Jump up, shoot the ball!
You have to give it your all.
You hear the coach yell,
thinking to yourself, what is that smell?
The smell of sweaty socks,
after running like a fox.
Next thing you know,
you’re the star of the show!
Hastening down the court,
listening for your fans' support!
Jump up, shoot the ball!
show them that you have it all!
ball goes in,
what a win!
You’re now at the state game,
and you hear them call out your name!
You hear your mother's sweet cries,
“That’s my daughter you guys!”
You hear the crowds cheer!
Can not believe this is your senior year.
You wipe the tears from your eyes,
you’re not ready for the goodbyes.
Copyright © Emily Mathews | Year Posted 2021
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