Little tots of six, we sat at class,
Not knowing what was ‘fail’ and what was ‘pass.’
Years went by, we ran and played,
Growing older, grade by grade.
Making friends; some set for life,
Sometimes at peace, sometimes at strife.
Eight to Two, we sat; we learned,
Dying inside, we burned and burned.
But through it all, we made it out,
Now we can’t do with, or without.
And then it comes, that final day,
When we have to leave; no more to stay.
The laughs, the fights, the lessons taught,
We’ll miss them all, who would’ve thought?
A bye to teachers, a bye to friends,
The day has come, when it all ends.
And a final farewell to our Second home,
And then we’re free to explore and roam.
But one day we’ll look back, and in our hearts we’ll hold,
All those life lessons and memories of old.
Imara Idrees
Imara Idrees
