Testimony Poem

  Night falls and day rises, 
  I have come to see that 
  enemy is near
  A year in school  is beginning,
  I have come to see that 
  it is ending.
  Years pass with sun up and down
  To see that yet criticism is
  soon upon us.
  The days of school, stay stubborn 
  in my memories.
  I ask them to leave,
  yet they will not go.
  Years of school have been 
  experienced
  many faces have been seen and not
  yet seen.
  Still years pass by like the morning
  wind,
  The memories will be still, yet 
  I live to see.