Note: I'm thinking of, like I say in the poem, the things that are passed down in band even after the "main character" in the story graduates. And what I'll tell the rookies next year. "I'm not up here to wave my arms around!", "I almost fell my rookie year.", "At finals Final Fantasy year, the field was solid ice, and Lindsey fell on her butt.", and so on. Because they need someone to tell it, even if the original tellers aren't there. This is what needs to be heard.
It changes all the time;
Every year we lose a little.
I think to the moments
That some people will
Never have,
That I'm lucky for.
And of the
Stories we'll tell.
Because we want,
More than anything,
To share the one thing
We can't all have.
Everyone thinks back
Sometimes.
Everyone tells
Their own story, as well
As someone else's.
So I'm going to remember
Every little thing
So I can share
What not everyone
Is lucky enough to have.