Yearbook

Will you draw a circle ‘round my name?
Will you ever think of me again?
Will you put a star beside my face?
Will you see a stranger in my place?
Will I be remembered as I am?
Will the life I’ve had here time withstand?
Will I be just a face, a page,
In a book that shows of age,
On a shelf, with dozens more,
Just one more face that walked this floor,
Just one more student out these doors,
Just one more picture, nothing more.