The end

The end

The end

The end is almost here,
Freedom from all the hassles,
Left to my own devices,
Graduation.

To throw my cap in the air,
In joyous celebration,
To be out of high school,
To start a future.

Shaking hands with the teacher
As he hands me my diploma,
Sommer winds congratulate
The welcoming of life.

No more sitting through classes,
That hold no attention
No more pushing past
Morons who crowd the hallways
And stairs blocking traffic-dangerous.

More time to sleep, more time to play
No more stress to inhabit the world,
More time to stalk to friends,
Staying up late, watching movies,
Talking, holding contests-who can do better?
No more school.

Counting down the days
Brews excitement that
Radiates through the air
Everyone can feel it
Everyone wants it.

Graduations almost here,
Everything prepared
We sit waiting waiting,
To throw our caps in
Celebration,
The end of high School