OLD SCHOOL DAYS
Fond are the memories,
Of old school days.
Trying to remember them,
In a thousand cool ways.
When life was easy, full of fun.
Moments full of ecstasy,
Like a young faun.
Wisest were the man that have spoke,
That, days of school were the best.
Kudos to all the bloke,
That couldn't make them, their happiest.
The tinkling sound of the bells,
Speaks a thousand stories.
Moments of which,
Lies with our homies
A place to call, just like home,
Memories of which
Were of great epitome.
When gossips with friends,
Filled the class.
Receiving the punishment,
In a healthy amass.
When time was relative,
To the circle of friends.
No matter how long it took,
The gossip never ends.
School is not a building of mere bricks,
It's where we store our long memories.
Those were the days well spent.
Memories with friends,
Wherever they went.
Md Rizwan Ullah Shuvo
ID: 20303016
Fall 2020, Student of BBA department
Canadian University of Bangladesh
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