End of School age

It's the last year of togetherness,
Last fun of being the craziest.
It's last of those secret meetings,
It's last of those special birthday greetings!
Last for those class bunks,
It's end of talking of crush at brunch.
It's not just the end of schooling,
It's the end of boss ruling.
It's last of roaming together,
It's last of clicking silly pictures.
It's going to be the end of making silly songs,
But surely not the end of our rocking bonds.
It's going to be the last twelfth,
But surely it's not our friendship's end.

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