My Plan
By: Sammy
Three times I shall cross that stage
A common idea in this day and age
In Eighth grade, I walk knowing that in two and a half months
I will be thrusted in to a world as unknown as to that of a hatchling that’s no were near being a bird
In twelfth grade it will be similar but far more absurd
If I talk, some how summing up the gall
I’m not sure you’ll hear me at all
For I soon will be gazing upon
a road that is entirely new, and I must face it all alone
Off to collage I will go
Drowning myself in studies and working hard,
So that once again I can walk across that stage.
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