This is a poem dedicated to all of you Year 12s out there. Stick to the books, keep your chin up, and live life to the max. It'll all be over soon.
I've known you for all these years,
I can't believe it's over,
we're finished now,
it's closing time.
I've put up with you for all these years,
but you can rest in peace now,
you won't see me anymore,
it's closing time.
After 12 years,
you've taught me so much,
I'll never forget all the good times we had,
it's closing time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Year 12 seems a lifetime away and yet your poem still resonates with me. Incidentally, If you'd been round in the sixties, you'd know about another 'closing time' - when the pubs closed at 6.00pm. Thereafter, we had to sneak off to sly grog shops and keep a watchful eye out for the cops. Seriously, year 12 is full on and scary, but you're right when it's finally over and the results are OK, the lightness of heart is palpable. I can still remember the ceremonious bonfire my school hat made on the back lawn! Great piece - nice style and shape too. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥