The days of slate and chalk,
have now taken a long walk,
They hold memories,
just like the evergreen trees.

The days when I played out,
until my parents had to pout;
sweating by the toiless work called playing,
and no matter what, I was my own king!

The days when I wept for silly reasons,
and the quick passing seasons,
filled with the joy of paradise,
which I never did realise.

The days when I did not know,
neither pain nor sorrow,
which now cringes my brow,
as they have all melted like a snow!
© Rebubekky