#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
In the break of dawn;
In the summer;
In the autumn;
In the spring!
Of learning, and success—
Of sadness, and joy—
Of horror, and peace!
And life—and death—
And the cries upon a loss!
The school, and the scorn—
And the gladness with fighting friends;
But the madness of fighting fiends!
From the first day of life,
To the end.

Sorry if this is a bad poem, I haven't written a prompt except at school, and I'm very bad at it...
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