Goodbye red brick buildings,
I will hold you in my memories.
Goodbye green yellow cactus,
I will miss you on my way.
My time has come and I must go,
With a heavy heart I will depart.
A tear rolls down my eye,
Questioning me, 'Should I?'
The new horizon calls on me,
Enticing me with new promises.
I am happy but I am sad,
Is there a way I can stay?
I will hold you in my memories.
Goodbye green yellow cactus,
I will miss you on my way.
My time has come and I must go,
With a heavy heart I will depart.
A tear rolls down my eye,
Questioning me, 'Should I?'
The new horizon calls on me,
Enticing me with new promises.
I am happy but I am sad,
Is there a way I can stay?
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2 comments:
every student in the final year has the same feeling. and your poem is apt in that sense.
m also counting my last days here thinking it'll be over finally.
Only question is will it be?
I think the most interesting change which comes when we are about to graduate is... how we start 'cherishing' things/activities which used to irritate us earlier :P
Anyhow, I wish the new phase be as successful as ur tenure in UofA !
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