This one was one I wrote just before my high school graduation. It’s more about leaving my school and friends than beginning a new adventure, but hope it still works.

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Finality’s sharp blade severs the divide,

Close thou the curtain, cast the time aside,

The time we hoped for comes, ‘tis near at hand,

And now the hourglass, running out of sand,

Brings back good times and memories of old,

So bittersweet, I wish I could take hold,

Of simple things and times now of the past,

This act of life’s play, closing now at last.

How soft, how soft the springtime wind doth blow,

Cover the hills and valleys here below,

Alas, good soul, mine heart is troubled still,

For comfort’s wind, I feel but cold and chill,

O’ friend, my friend, why must we part our way,

I fear the end, I will for you to stay,

But hark! Herein your path lies still untrod,

Shall you make haste to break this solemn bond?

Thy fate lies elsewhere, this I understand,

But present moments fall through empty hands,

I feel I have not lived nor loved enough,

These sudden moments vanish into dust,

And under cloud of smoke they fade away,

Moves in the night, to chase from here the day,

And when at last we know our time is gone,

Past time falls silent, whispering, “move on.”

Past time falls dead and wills us to move on.