Ripon High School - Mission Yearbook (Ripon, CA)

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It happens every year. But your class float wins the prize, You celebrate with a beer. You hold the J -S Prom, The hall looks like a mess. You scrimp with every penny, lt's New Orleans, more or less. Who didn't get the plants, You feel some are gone. So you run off to a quiet place, And get some funeral lawn. The awning starts to droop, It's only 5 past 4. The paper that was the sky, ls suddenly the floor. The wishing Well is too big, It can't fit through the door. The angel oan't be lifted, It weighs a ton or more. You scream We've got no time, And we need someone now. Suddenly it's finished and perfect, You don't know why or how. You're Seniors now and wiser, You feel you've just begun. You look back at the times, The hard days and fun. Your days are all too short, Some guys go off to war. You wave good-bye to them, Will you see them anymore ? Your grades are pretty fair, You understand your math. You can take or leave school, You can take any path. Your face is much older, You have the taste of life. Your best friend leaves you, To take a husband or wife. Sometimes you think of college, You think of all your dreams. You watch the guys in P. E. You see your football teams. Gee, teachers aren't half bad, Some are pretty smart. You see the years of teaching, And they grow near your heart. Graduation's almost here , Seems it came too fast. They read the names off slowly, They stumble on your last. You sing the school song, You stand up with your friends. They say this is just the start, But really it's the end. Good-byes are said softly now, You smile and speak. Words were never good with you, Your voice is low and weak. You'll come back here no more, There is no real reason. Your team is split up, There's no more football season. They say you were the best, The school has ever had. And you should be happy, But you feel strangely sad. There will be more to take your place, More shall walk these halls. But it will end for them as you, Once they have passed these walls You watch your friends walk away, They are women, They're men. You smile as they pass you by, And you're alone again. . . . . . . About the Author: Ella s maiden name is Mangdos and she graduated from R.U.H.S. in 1967

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