POETRY
OUR FUTURE The year has finally gone by. It started off like every other, Filled with embracement of one another. However, it turned into a nightmare real fast, The pandemic made each of us an outcast. All our plans, all our hopes, Seemed to have gone below the ropes. It’s fair to say this year was bizarre, Quite literally the craziest, by far. Our generation deserves reparations, For all of our susceptible complications. But my question is:
I hope I’m not the only one, Worrying about the future. Yes, online school has been quite a blast,
But let’s not forget good things never last. When selecting students, will colleges be lenient? Or will the admission process be ever so inconvenient? I would like to say I am excited to see how it goes,
But like it is said in astrology, there is fear of the unknown.
Where will we go from this? The most important high school years, Robbed from me and my peers.
5|The penchant||JAN 2021
aabhaas vijayvergia
