Graduation Poem by Andrea Doumit

After nine long-lived years, the end is here.
We say good-bye to old friends moving on,
And watch as they pack up and disappear.
But very soon we will also be gone.

A day filled with numerous hugs and tears,
As we all promise to stay in touch,
And hope to meet again in a few years.
These will be people I’ll miss very much.

But in my mind, I can’t help but wonder,
Where I will be in a couple years’ time
Maybe I’ll rise above or fall under.
No matter what, I’m ready for the climb.

Even though my eighth grade year is complete,
The feeling of leaving is bittersweet.