It is the end of another school year
Full of mindless long days and cold nights
of scaring redium and ennui
I take those final steps to a much deserved break
But before I skip gaily away from it all
I take a retroscpective glanc e over my shoulder
good and bad memories all muddled up,
the good like paint stains on a blank canvas
some sharply contrasting and others barely there
the bad like wounds on a war veteran
some leaving mere bruises and others deep scars,
and like harvesting a cereal field
some memories stick; you can’t help but take them along
others you pick yourself and hold on to
you clucth like lucky charms you hold on to
to help you through those inevitable dark and and stormy times
Lots of cake and sandwiches and punch
moments playing games and scribbling and drooling
talking, smiling, laughing, working,
I sift through these like I would with pictures,
of all thesee moments a few stand out
these selected few have I constant,
that constant isn”t X — it’s U … get it?
your bright smile, always jsut below the surface
your ebullient laughter, infectious and genuine
your ingenuity, hard to overlook,
your beautiful face, always beaming
If I could relive this year
I would read a lot more play alot less,
sleep a lot more and sulk a lot less,
but I’d still meet you- That”ll be my perfect year
No word, no phrase no treatise, no speech
is profound enough to express my urge to see, you smile
these ones for want of better ones, should suffice ,
and I will stand on every curb with a loudspeaker and shout
“You are the best thing that happend to me this year!”