The years have been like gusts of wind,
The students leaves on the trees,
Each year some leaves are blown away,
Without another word to say.
As we have watched those leaves float on,
And more grow in their place,
I wonder now, Our time has come,
And we move to this fast pace.
That should a gust blow our way,
We’d fall and this time would end.
I feared it yes, to take this flight,
And start anew again.
Looking back now on others gone,
Prepared to float away,
To distant trees in different lands,
Not worried about which way.
I look at those still with me here,
Beside me till this day,
Then look out on this great big world,
I take a breath and pray.
Turning once to say goodbye,
On this our final day,
And bid them well that stay behind,
I float off to find my way.
Floating off into the unknown,
We take what we have learned,
And head off the path from home,
To see what we have yearned.
Our paths you see are not well worn,
By those of years gone by,
This path will wear by our steps alone,
To stand the test of time.
The years have been Like gust of wind,
The students like the leaves,
Perhaps that’s all they’ve ever been,
It’s up to you and me.
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