Life Lesson Poem

All through out high school I was more focused on making friends and what I looked like rather than actual school work. during my senior year I found out I would not be graduating and sat on the side while the class of '08 graduated without me. That summer my best friend went off to college without me and my world got a wake up call. I decided to finish high school and will be graduating on the 19th of December. Then I will meet my best friend at The University of Arizona.

Regret

How do you go on knowing that you failed
and all your friends suddenly disappeared and bailed
Can you see the shame on everyone's face
and your parents look at you like your the biggest disgrace
All this time you blamed everyone else
but all along it was none other than yourself
Now your stuck here paying the price
It's up to you, how are you going to change your life
Will you sit there and look like your lost
or are you going to get up and pay the cost
Don't sit there and reminisce the past
for the future is coming and it's coming fast
So make some memories, ones to remember
because you my friend will graduate in December
So how do you go on knowing that you failed
just smile to the world cause you could have bailed

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Published: Nov 2008

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  • I was asked to move after living 15 years in a house my mother owned. At first I was devastated but as time went on and we found a fixer upper I began to enjoy the idea of not being under my mothers rule. I was free to be myself without worrying every day that she was gong to ask us to move. I just let God lead me to were we should be. The new place was not where I thought I'd be but God has a reason for placing us here.

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