• harwoh 6w

    Tales of Old Floks

    Sitting down alone in the garden...
    Hearing the sweet chirping sound of the birds.
    Distorted and in pain.

    Went down memory lane and
    Remember the days we run round
    The school premises...
    Chatted and made fun of each other...
    Played games and all

    Disturbing teachers and made school fun...
    The annoying moments,
    The serious times we sat for exams,
    The love birds in class,
    The gamers...

    Miss those times and
    Wish they could be recreated.

    Just then it dawned on me that
    We've become to busy and classy for ourselves.