To My Closest Friends
Among the most difficult
To say my last goodbyes,
To you it will be the hardest ones
To keep my head held high.
You have been my closest friends
the ones that I hold dear,
I wish to tell you, oh so much
But most are really too weird.
To Jess Laugh, the redhead fruit
This is to you,
A gift of four more years
And this rhyming poem, too.
To Lynn, the quiet secretary
which puts everything to perfection,
I wish someday I will see,
Someone like you in my reflection.
To carrie, the clown of the group
a million laughs and more,
a joke or two, and an annoying laugh
Are certainly not a bore.
To Cassie, Miss Negativity
Who will not be unheard,
Your voice is loud and manner bold
You are certainly part of the herd.
To Mandy, with her drawings
You will someday be a great,
With comic strips and canvases
Painted all of you, the “saint.”
To Jessica Schmidt, Ms. Intellectual
Your head held high,
You’ll be a lawyer, and president,
And that I tell you is no lie.
For all the rest who are not mentioned above,
I do apologize
For this shove aside
But I ran out of rhymes.