Who is this that I can see?
My dear old friend, why it is me!
In a place that’s full of unanswered riddles,
Where head and heart, argue and niggle.
Who is this that looks so new?
My dear old friend, why it is you!
Who through rain, wind and sunshine alike,
Has grown from the soil, into the light.
Who is this, can it truly be me?
My dear old friend, no, it is we!
So take my hand, though you have no choice,
And let your memories, become your voice.
A rather personal poem about leaving my school and heading off to a new one to do my a-levels. Hope you like it! :)