But there is still much to fear.
The last homecoming has come and gone,
Love Shack was played as the last song.
Soon will come the Christmas Break
To hide my tears, makes me look fake.
Every day that passes by
I sit back and watch the clouds move in the sky.
Chances are missed that will never resurface.
To all of this somewhere is a purpose.
I speak to others with care,
The time soon will come when they won't be there.
The last Spring Break, the last Prom
Soon all will be gone.
But the writings I do now,
Will never become the last. They will go on and on.
This poem was written on October 3rd, 1999
