Nostalgia whispers secrets of our past,
SS3 memories linger, forever to last.
Laughter echoes, as we delved into books,
Dr. AY challenges, our youthful spirits hooked.

In JSS3 class, our bond took flight,
Together we navigated, day and night.
Your room, a sanctuary, where hearts could share,
The cafeteria, a stage, where our stories unfolded with care.

But amidst the joy, a poignant truth remains,
Moments of embarrassment, and pain's sharp stings.
You told...