a bittersweet call
of Pomp and Circumstance
that echoes in the wind,
like a memory from a photograph.
soon the school band
will chant a Recessional song,
the brass ensemble roars
like an inspiring church choir.
today's hymn will become
tomorrow's nostalgia.
the teenage years filled with misery,
we will forget, in years.
but we'll remember the times
as if they were golden.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
a bittersweet call
of Pomp and Circumstance
that echoes in the wind,
like a memory from a photograph.
soon the school band
will chant a Recessional song,
the brass ensemble roars
like an inspiring church choir.
today's hymn will become
tomorrow's nostalgia.
the teenage years filled with misery,
we will forget, in years.
but we'll remember the times
as if they were golden.
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