When you have put in the all the final grades,
And cleaned the papers from your cluttered room;
You can watch as the year’s memory fades
As the potential of the summer blooms.
Will you ever remember this school house
When the key turns on last time in the lock,
And the neon hallway lights have been doused,
Ticking the last moments of the clock?
The next year, they will start it up again
With a new face there to greet the students,
And there might be some who recall a when
Where you were there, a part of those present.
It is a bittersweet kind of goodbye
When the time has come to go off and fly.
John Collings 