Future

This is a poem kinnda about graduation, but more like going into highschool

With the years to come their will be lots of choices
And things will change,
Like more homework and sports and the rest of that sort
We will have to conqure many things
We will have to spread our wings and fly away
But one thing I'll keep to the end is you as my friend
And when we go to that unknown land we will fly
hand in hand