The days of long ago
Are as fresh as a daisy
Those walk or patrol
Because we were a little crazy
The stern look that we got
As a prize for our mischief
Or the praise that were sung
For the work well done
The endless trips to the church
With a friend by my side
Or the walk to hog
On those sourly delights
Twenty minutes of break
That we extended by ten
Or the straight face request
For a work that we had to invent
The endless hours that we spent
Discussing the books we read
The way we used to sneak
Knowing that probably we would regret
The endless plans that we made
To finish the course
Or the last minute cramming
That always seemed to work
Those catches that we took
With the gloved hand
Or the balls that we threw
In the hooked ring
The teachers that we adored
And those that we used to hate
Or the one that we loved
But only to imitate
The vacations that would mean
An excitement unbound
Tons of homework we had to list
That we would never surmount
The walk in the field
Under the chilly winter sun
The gala of food
That every fortnight we crunched
The adrenaline that pumped
In front of the mike
The Characters we portrayed
Or to some dance we jived
The hours we spent in chatting away
While the seats rotated everywhere
The shining shoes that we had to maintain
The chiseled look under that imploring glare
The seriousness of the assembled crowd
The cheering was always so loud.
Whether the first day anxiety
Or the last day pain
It gave me what
I would never find anywhere
These moments though long ago
Define my school days.
