All those hands
Raising in the air,
Grappling with friends
To answer the questions,
May end up clasping around you,

All those books
Having another side of them,
Where backside was rather fun,
Writing their stories rather than names,
May end up being memories in heart,

All those eyes
Laying across the classroom
Through which they had
Exchange of arbitrary expression,
May end up flooded as tears,

All those emotions
Running through the years
Being better even than a brotherhood,
May end up on a one fine year,
Only to say that the year was the one
That ended, not the friendship.

- The DarkNer