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,
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.