Farewell to Fearless: A Poem

Flowers are blooming, spring is now here
May is upon us—the best month of the year
“Why?” you may ask. Well, the reasons are plenty
For one, my birthday does fall on day twenty

There’s the Kentucky Derby—the thing with the horses
And May is the month with the lowest rate of divorces
(Okay, that’s not true; I just said that to rhyme
I should probably check my stats better next time)

“Wish he’d get to the point, what’s his deal with this month?”
You ask, knowing that no English word rhymes with ‘month’
Try to mess me up, do you? You can’t get me off track!
And now, to the matter at hand I’ll go back

May is the time school comes at last to an end
We say hello to our mothers and goodbye to our friends
Some may go home, others on a French tour
But let me tell you, my friend, this one thing’s for sure:

The seniors are gone in a handful of days
And it’s time to say “bye” to their fun-loving ways
For they have been here for two plus two years
And they have been Fearless when facing their fears

So here is your “props,” your tip of the hat
Before you start your career (yeah, good luck with that)
To you psychology majors, who know stuff about heads
Let me say thanks in advance for all of the meds

To my media peeps, one day on the big screen
Who’ll be working on films and making that green
Remember one man when you’re rich as Don Draper
That sweet, lovable scamp, Zack, from the paper!

To the mathematics people, I do say goodbye
But apple will always be the best kind of π
For the teachers out there, oh Lord bless your soul!
I’d rather live out my days as a cave-dwelling troll

Foreign language fellows—well you’re just magnifique!
‘Cause you can speak French, Latin, Spanish or Greek
Musicians and authors and chemists galore!
Oh, what will you be when not in school anymore?

Whatever it is, I’m sure you’ll do swell
And you’ll leap onto life like it’s a limping gazelle
You’re now on to bigger and much better things
And I hope that one day you’ll be living as kings

And for all of you juniors who graduate early
And for the fifth-year seniors who surely are surly
Congrats to you, too, and you’ll be missed just as much
Just do me a favor and please keep in touch

So here’s my farewell to Fearless, with which none can compete
They’ve got brains in their heads and shoes on their feet
Their awesomeness I hereby do humbly admit
And anyone who disagrees is just full of hot air