Ode to The Cardinal Gibbons School

We all expect our parents to die,
Friends to fade, love to pass.
Our school, a place we hold on high,
We think is always to last.

Four years I spent in that place,
Growing fond of my setting.
As I walked out, it was kicked in the face,
For another year it wasn't getting.

Anger, hate, hostility, bitterness,
All breaking out in the ranks.
Authority, faculty, students like us,
Alumni, moms, all with tanks.

The groups fought and bickered,
No two could ever quite agree.
Hope to some never flickered,
Though hope was never there to see.

In the end, most came together
As a great Crusader family.
For they were all held to the same tether.
Gibbons lives on in you and me.