Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone

A Toast

Raise your glass to the sky

With hopes and dreams held high.

To the graduates I toast...

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Here's to the friends we've lost and

Gained,

And the people we'll never know by

Name.

To the bonds that we've made and

Albums we filled,

Memories that may fade but never be

Killed.

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Here's to the phone calls filled with tears,

And to the hours spent talking

Away our fears.

To the people we thought deserved our

Hearts,

Whom now we bash and rip apart.

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Here's to the pictures in frames with

Stories to say,

That we will be sure to pack when we go

Away.

To the football games we have watched

Beneath the lights,

And our cheers and chants drifting into

The night.

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Here's to proms and dances,

And to high-school romances.

To homecoming games,

With all the wins in our name.

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Here's to late nights we've spent

Cramming for tests,

And mornings where coffee made up

For our rest.

To the dances and events we took months

To create,

The night before worries that came too late.

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Here's to the tears we knew we'd cry,

To the people and places we say good-bye.

To the wild and bizarre things we've done,

That we will remember to be the most fun.

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Here's to the letters we left unsigned,

May our identities be revealed all in due time.

To the relationships we wonder how we

Ever lived without,

And the crushed we look back on and laugh

About.

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So now it is time to place our glasses down,

Put our caps on and turn our tassels around.

Listen for our names and let them echo

Through,

And realize how fast these four years

Just flew.

-Sarah Watroba