The summer begins at seven As the last song is sung Last time we'll be together before the future has begun We laughed we cried we screamed we yelled as a class we fought, as a class we fell
The teachers they are smiling and the pupils they are, too We will not miss each other For we're not meant to do They yelled, they screamed, just as we spoke We laughed at them, just like a joke
But I am feeling empty For no more I will glance At that special someone I will no more have the chance I'll feel empty daily, for I know that I will miss I'll miss the chance to see her, it was such a bliss
For some the future is an ocean And it's now we drift alone Guiding our on flagships To split, yes we are prone But will it ever happen, that we reunite again Who would say they'd missed me, for I will not miss them
I found it fitting to add this poem now as the summer is almost over.
Written hours before school ended for the summer year 2011