Memories

I remember those days as it was yesterday,

A bag on my back, on a hot summer day,

Five great hours of my life, which I didn't value then,

I wonder when will we meet again?

Friends were family and the classroom our dwelling

From learning to games, it was the best feeling,

The rush for the canteen and a long trip to the washroom,

All are now memories, frozen with gloom.

It was funny to wait for the weekends to arrive,

When it was just Monday and a whole week to thrive,

Substitutions were diamonds, a rare trip to the grounds,

The library was a market for the perfect book to be found.

I never thought I would get such a long vacation,

"It will end" the thought is a soothing temptation,

"All bad things must come to an end" a wise man said,

Old memories will be aside while new memories will be made.