Senior Class Poem
Down, down the Fall of Life our footsteps are turning,
Seeking or not seeking the blessedness of Learning.
And now we've arrived at a milestone by the way
Which may or may not lead to a happier day.
And there's a wee bit of sadness
When we think of the years
When all together we've laughed,
All together shed tears.
Now each shall share his path
At the parting of the ways,
Maybe no two the same one
In which to spend his days;
But there's a wish'in our hearts
For the other fellow's years,
That his road may be a happy one
Without the trace of tears,
And yet with that wee bit of sadness,
Which is so hard to control,
There's no lack of gladness
That all this is real.
So think of our work here,
Over which we have passed,
And by more or less studying
Have finished at last,
And now on the threshold of life
Our feet must be placed,
To gain or to conquer,
The only prize of (he race. ,
That prize is happiness
And is ever present somewhere,
So it behooves us to think
Of how to get our share.
Perhaps it will seem distant,
And the way may look narrow,
But when the goal is reached
The prize will be forever
Memories' term in the foreground
Of yesterday and today,
Oh, how thoughtful we should be
That we have them to light the way!
So let's forget the unpleasant
And remember only the best,
And in our garden of memories
There will always be rest.
PATTIE SENSING |
