Last day of Junior School

Nine great years of harmless fun,

Protected in the gentle arms of love,

Laughter, companionship and exploration,

Causing all types of mayhem under the sun.

Final day crept along so sly,

The last time we’ll meet eachothers innocence,

Sorrow, tears falling from dark eyes,

Never before had we seen eachother cry.

Time to face a brand new world,

No longer wrapped in the wings of home,

Worry, expectations and new faces,

A new world has unfurled.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem to reflect my feelings on the last day of my Junior School. If only I could go back there now! lol :P

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