Art History Class

In beauty they are cut to catch all sight,
With intellect these darlings shine bright
Each one a diamond in her own right.

One poet amongst girls of eighteen,
Time waits to crown each a queen.
But the future remains still unseen,
Not matter! Coming fortunes shall glean.

Those that bravely bestowed their wisdom
Soon from you we shall gain a reluctant freedom;
We dare not mutter words close to boredom
But all shall secretly sigh in sorrow’s thralldom.

May our smiles be bright, and laughter last long,
We grow; we change; in that there’s nothing wrong,
In parting together we become better and strong.