NB: Nothing comes to mind that I feel the community needs to know regarding this poem. It’s something I wrote when I think about my old school memories.
I still think back to the
days that shaped us
The days filled with buses,
and doubts
The days filled with halls,
lockers and shouts
The days filled with the
positive, the negative
The endless ways to describe
impatience
Yet when it comes close to
the end, and after
I still think back to all my
friends, and the laughter
All
the great times, and all the disasters.
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