All good things must come to an end
The sunset fades as we approach the night
Who knows what awaits around the bend
All the announcements we must send
The horizon looks to be bright
All good things must come to an end
Torn friendships we must mend
Time is too short to fight
Who knows what awaits around the bend
Tears of sadness and joy seem to be the trend
But we won't cry cause we know we did it right
All good things must come to an end
Into new places we all will blend
Each with our own shining light
Who knows what awaits around the bend
In a new world we must fend
Never forgetting this short flight
All good things must come to an end
Who knows what awaits around the bend.
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If your title was in blue, your poem could be in Gator colors which would fit your subject here. Right now you have Miami going on. I like your subject. Use it in your title. elmeer
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