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Maheer Mollick Poem
For them the last day came,
After a more than a decade of school-life.
The memories remain intact,
And sharp as the blade of a knife.
Long years of fun they had,
And lots of things they did.
Making friends and sharing moments,
Since the time they were kid.
Every story has an end,
And this was just the same.
Now they must move ahead,
And carry on with life’s game.
They leave the school with sweating eyes,
To control their tears, they try.
As the school-bell ringed it’s last.
And as friends and rivals bid goodbye.
Copyright © Maheer Mollick | Year Posted 2022
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