The Final Bell

The halls now echo softer tones, Where laughter danced on silent phones. A chapter ends, the page turns slow, To dreams ahead we all now go. We wore the badge of youthful days, With scribbled notes and hallway praise. Now gowns and caps replace the books, As forward to the world we look. "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." — Thoreau beams. No longer just the kids in class, We rise, like stars, from tinted glass. With hearts both nervous and elated, The future waits—unwritten, fated. So here's to nights we won't forget, And friends whose laughs still linger yet. Though we may part and journey wide, This bond we share won't ever hide.