A group of kids struggling to find their place,
Their point in life.
The road ahead looks bleak.
Questions are asked,
But we are given no answers
As to where the road in our lives will lead
We trudge along the grown up trail
Towards a dark, unclear future.
We have have our hopes, our dreams
But often they are crushed
To the point where we no longer care.
As group we must stay positive
For the future is on our shoulders
We have the ability to make it
What we want it to be.
I'm glad I stopped talking to you long enough for you to write this genius poem! I really like it!
ReplyDeleteThis is the poem for every high school student. Great Jorb!
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