Oh Eighth Graders, between childhood and Maturity
Lost in the Land of Sorrow and Glee
Fraught with Uncertainties, but strong you must be
Your minds broad and eager, you've earnt respect
At last your thoughts align and you start to connect
To the stories that Milton inspired so old
That have spanned centuries and will never grow cold
His themes of loyalty, honor and justice
That Paradise Lost imparts on us with trust
These timeless values, you must keep with you
As you funnel your energy into Life's brew
Your days in eighth grade will fly, pretty soon
You'll bid farewell to this in-between
But remember the concepts of courage and strength
That will lend you a helping hand 'til their length
If in doubt, go for what's right, not just easy
And Paradise Lost will never seem breezy
The journey of life will soon come to show
That Eighth Graders bring forth a wondrous glow.