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• Sara Rowe, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Another year is over,
Another year is done.
I’m not feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover,
Trying to grow underneath the blazing sun.

Trying to find it all,
While trying to find myself.
As I watch the world brawl,
I look upon my shelf.

I see old memories,
of who we used to be.
When life was like a breeze,
When we had the whole world to see.

I look down into my palms,
And wish your hand took mine.
Suddenly all was calm,
Thinking of you made everything just fine.