My old school.
My old classroom.
My old teacher.
My old friends.
It was such a long time
Since we moaned about homework.
It was such a long time
Since we cheered when the bell rang.
It was such a long time
Since we had to do practice papers.
It was indeed such a long time
Since we were told to sit down and be quiet.
The computer lab.
Our old haunt.
Pleading,
Rioting,
Begging,
With our teacher,
To let us go.
Chaos
Havoc
and Anarchy
That was how we used to describe
The greatness of our class
After great struggles, we came through
Half went with honors,
Leaving with pages of valuable history
Recorded by our young school.
Others were not bad
Though there were better
Yet all were proud to have
A book each
In the history record
Having gone through and done the unprecedented
Despite the joys and celebration as a class,
There was sadness
It was time to go.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
We swore
through tears and smiles
that we would stay as one.
One united class. One united group of forever friends.
Hope you liked it.
