I sifted through my old books, a photograph I found,

Brought back to me old memories, of those wonderful days,
I went into a reverie, which took me back to that time,
As I recollected them silently, a tear slid down my face

I dreamt of those moments, when I smiled a lot,
When with my friends I could share my deepest thoughts,
When many hands wiped your tears, and made you smile,
When friendly fights lasted, but only for a while

Many hands in my lunchbox, as we ate together on the lawn,
Last minute doubts were solved, through night till near dawn,
When we did assignments next day morning, in the classroom,
When I only prayed, that the day did not end so soon

When we played together, when no one lost or won,
Shouting to each other, as we just enjoyed under the sun,
Learning lots of great things together, we each had our say,
Looking forward to coming back, we ended each day

Trips we went together, the fun that we had,
Thinking of those joyous times now, does make me a bit sad,
I’d give all my wealth, for just going back to my schooldays,
I miss those treasured times, which always in memory stays

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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