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Seniors are on the verge of starting a new chapter in their lives. This poem by an anonymous student tries to capture how time passes so fluidly and how hard it can be at times to hold on to hope.
The best moments sneak in the side door
More real than the thrills we chase
Like a cat
It comes in its own time.
The best whispers in your ear
Distinct, soft, and ordinary
The rear view always calls
It has a current
Begging for closure
But makes no promises
A thread could be loose forever
And you drive on perpetually
But to abandon hope,
relinquish the idea of quiet joy
It is inexcusable.
How could we give up
on the very thing
that drives us?
To succumb-
abandon the most romantic of endeavors
It is inexcusable.
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