Poet’s Pen: The Circus Is Leaving Town
May 7, 2021
For this final installment of Poet’s Pen, we are featuring an original work in limerick format dedicated to the graduating Class of 2021. With all the postponements, rearrangements, and hybrid hullabaloo thanks to the pandemic, our senior year has been nothing less than a circus, including a grand finale under a giant tent! This poem captures the spirit of our class: enthusiastic as clapping seals, flexible as acrobatic monkeys, chaotic as a crowd of clowns, and ready to launch headfirst from a cannon to make our unique mark in the great, wide world.
To Poet’s Pen followers: thanks for reading. Poetry is something I hold dear to my heart and I’m glad I was able to share it with you. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading these features as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them!
The Circus Is Leaving Town
High school life is a circus
A place where you might find your purpose
Some people shoot grand
Some stick to the stands
The virtual view hardly scratches the surface
Juggling clubs, events, and APs
It can be hard to hang onto the trapeze
Now with four years accrued
The lion is subdued
And I look back, like a sailor overseas
There will be no time in our lives quite like this
There are too many things that I’ll miss
When we’ve gone and grown old
Little memories like gold
So for posterity, I’ll read off my list:
There is nothing quite like the crack of dawn
Rolling out of bed to pull a wrinkled dress on
“Is the traffic okay?”
“No-uniform day?”
Stumbling out the door stifling a yawn
There is nothing quite like the hellos
Hallway chatter as crowds come and go
Gossip stopped abrupt
When the bell interrupts
The squeak of saddle shoes everyone knows
There is nothing quite like the dining hall scene
Chairs scuffing floors that are never quite clean
Catching a friend’s eye
Only to steal half their fries
Amid the laughing clamor of ravenous teens
There is nothing quite like the scares:
Taking a test when you didn’t prepare
Cramming under a crunch
Or forgetting your lunch
Losing your blazer heaven-knows-where
There is nothing quite like the good times
Filling the vending machine with dimes
Performing concerts and plays
Winning the big game, hooray!
Heading home with friends side-by-side
Truly, there are too many thanks to say:
To teachers and coaches who guided the way
To those who taught us we can
And to good Mr. Dan
And to parents who for us do pray
Closing words from the class of yellow and blue:
Savor each moment like a fine French stew
This year has been rough,
But stay strong! Remain tough!
Make the most of this show before saying adieu
These past four years seemed to fly
The circus of a lifetime gone by
Now it’s time to go away,
I speak for many when I say,
We bid you a bittersweet goodbye.
Tom Peri • May 8, 2021 at 7:10 am
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