Don't Blink You Might Miss Your Life

And in the end March passes by,

it slips away as we sleep.

April comes in with warmth sometimes,

the willows begin to weep.

May is coming, the dreaded time.

It's so close to the end,

lets hear the old school bell chime

Let's watch old friendships mend.

Seniors move back down to freshman

And Juniors join the ranks.

Sophomores rally up their friends,

the freshman all give thanks.

Days pass by in flashes,

Even in awful days.

Months pass by in simple blinks,

All of us tend to say,

Years pass by like seconds,

but no one ever sees,

the way this takes a toll on everyone,

everyone, even me.