We'll go to your place, for the last time,
We''ll eat, we'll drink, we'll sing;
but all thoughout the night,
there's just this little niggling thing
This is the last time I'll see you,
although it's hard to believe,
I'm going away, to find another day,
It's so hard for me to leave
You were my muse, my friend, my wall,
whenever I needed one,
It's time to go, I know, I know,
it's the end of our schoolgirl fun
No more laughter, no more squeals,
no tears, or fights, or scratches,
one thing I never will forget,
is the 'tough' boys and their matches
This is the last time, never again,
will I see you being like this,
I'll miss you, my friend, but this is the end,
the end of high school bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly lovely Amie, keep up the good work. Love, Jerry