A Senior's Lament

By E. Dandurand

This year, they say, the journey ends,
I little doubt it must be so;
But let me tell you now my friends,
Indeed, in truth, I hate to go.

For four full years I’ve come and gone
And now to think that I must go-
Though school be not my home
I say again: “I hate to go.”

’Twas good to hear the gladsome news
When grades I left four years ago,
“A Freshman you – your lot behold!”
Today I hear: my lot to go.

Today in thought, I wait the end,
And wish that time might go more slow
Or, better still begin again
Indeed, in truth, I hate to go.

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