The Old School Poem by Patrick O'Reilly
The Old School
I don't hurry past the old school
This is where we loved and fought
Through the days
We've passed on.
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now, so long after the fact?
Somwhere remembering glorious proms and games?
None of those meant half as much to me
As leaning against my locker with That Girl
For a quick and clandestine kiss as the bell rang...
That is the moment I will always keep.
Do any of the others ever pass by,
Carrying passing thoughts like mine,
Just as the bell is ringing?
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4/25/2024 11:50:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ya got that gurlz heart going pitter pat pattie! lol This is really sweet cause I've seen ya guyz since ur lockers beside me and all and it just makes it that much sweeter. Ya still have to go to prom though don't try to wiggle out with those sweet lil words a yours. SHEXI POEM!