One Week Left


The time of our return is drawing nigh.
Many of the preparations are made.
Each day the sun is lower in the sky,
But goodbye the hol’days I’ve not yet bade.

There are still things to do, people to see.
Although so many plans never bore fruit.
With all my loving friends I long to be,
Their company will all my fears up-root.

These next two years will be of great pressure,
The foundations of the rest of my life.
But, wisely using my time of leisure,
I shall ease the strain and lessen the strife.

For be it at school or sport I’m with friends,
I must value each moment spent with them.

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