End of Camp

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, about camp:

(Did a little editing from the original poem,  and corrected errors.)

Camp is coming to an end,

once again,

but I know in my heart,

I have played my part,

and I made alot of good friends,

the good times never end,

so when your feeling all alone,

just pick up the phone,

 I am thinking of you,

and I know you are too,

don't be afraid of what's to come,

because we will never come undone,

our happiness will last,

this poem has been a blast!