The loud noise made by an electric bell was always heard at 5AM
Waking up was hard ,the morning showers were cold
dressing up for classes was pain
late to assembly,eyes searching for the gang
Classrooms were circus , teachers called us rude
complaining about our school work , thinking our lessons were hard
We would prefer moving out for short calls and breaks time
The friends I had,
and the way the made me laugh
But with the passing of years
the wonderful moments I had with them turned into memories
I can tell now that the memories I have
are those of the friends I had
The memories that I treasure
are of the long -gone ,old school days
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