I wonder

Thoughts racing through my mind

Of how I will soon be left behind.

Now I am wishing back time

That has no pattern or rhyme.

We all go our separate ways

And look back on the good old days.

I will miss them all soon

Which makes me sound a loon.

They claim we will stay in touch

But that will not happen very much.

Now is the time to start afresh

With courage upon my breast.

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