CLASS POEM

You’re here to give a last farewell, to the class of ’64.

Our time is slowly ebbing out and soon our presence will be known no more.  The clock that we have wound each fall; for 12 glad years (or more) is soon to be a memory given to the young who will just begin, they will start the hand of time once more, and follow this pattern of life.  The hi-lite of each year we’ve seen may be different to everyone; the days we’ve known and the times we’ve had are in our hearts today; these memories are ours to keep and love for they’re ours and ours alone.

I could go on about memories and such, some we’ve loved so well like the wonderful, poetic, memory work in English class this year.  I know we will never forget Macbeth; he’s been such a joy to us.  We’ll always remember our Washington trip and how restful and leisurely it was.

The future is waiting, it is waiting for us; our path will soon be set; this path will wind down the road of life, the road that each must walk.  We must make this walk far better than the ones who walked before us.  We must strive to see that this old world will never soon forget our footsteps in the golden sand through the path, through the road where the future is waiting down the beautiful steps of life.

Forever let us stay together; in heart, in mind, in spirit.  Let the memories of joys, and sorrowful tears be forever, held close to our very souls.

Written by Cindy Cecil