We have been here for years,
And now it’s time to go.
We all have our fears,
Like having to mow.
We will go our separate ways,
But will be forever friends.
Our lives is like a maze,
And will never end.
We’re off to high school,
We’re big kids now.
And we are cool,
Even if we bow.
Our lives is like a maze, And will never end. You graduated with ur poems.....and u are escalating...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks :) I have graduated from Grade 6 a couple of days ago and now I understand the feeling.