Loke Kok yee

Class Of Sixty Four - Poem by Loke Kok yee

'Twas on a gloomy day early in the year of Fifty Four
Forty young lads assembled in an emotional out pour
First day in school was a frightening experience to all
Some had wet their pants even before reaching the door.

Some were crying, some were wailing
And none had a clue what was happening
Some were crying, some were wailing
But none had a clue what they're doing

They came on two wheels and they came in three
Those from the villages came walking cos it's free
And parents were asking; What can the matter be?
You'll have plenty of friends, that we can foresee.


Thus passed the Primary years and everything was fine
A small bowl of curry mee cost no more than a dime
Then came Bahasa Kebangsaan in the year of Fifty Nine
'Tis of little importance, the less informed had opined.


Primary Six was make or break; and this applies to everyone
For those who failed to make the grade; there was no Form One
But it was in Form Three that the greatest damage was done
Too late we realized the importance of Bahasa Kebangsaan.


So forty lads were trimmed down to thirty and no more
With confidence and resolve, this class of Sixty Four
And there was little doubt, we thought we knew it all
We parted and bravely marched on, this class of Sixty Four.


Fifty long years were to pass before we could meet again
Looking older but not much wiser, we're all still the same
My tummy's bigger! your head's balder! everyone exclaimed
Who cares? In one night we've rekindled friendship's flame.

Some were crying, some were wailing
And we still don't know what's happening
Some were crying, some were wailing
But we still don't know what we're doing

Someone had an idea, that we should meet again at seventy
In crutches or in wheelchairs, which may then be necessary
What can we have on the menu? For teeth we'll have only three
Porridge for the main course, and milk instead of whiskey.

We've stopped crying, we've stopped wailing
And we've long forgotten what was happening
We've stopped crying, we've stopped wailing
But we can no longer recall what we're doing

(curry mee-curry noodles)
(Bahasa Kebangsaan-National Language)

Topic(s) of this poem: school

Form: Ballad

Comments about Class Of Sixty Four by Loke Kok yee

  • (4/16/2018 12:59:00 PM)

    A touch of humour in a world of drama that defines life. This is great poetry, Loke! This gem goes to myfavourites list. (Report) Reply

    (4/18/2018 1:20:00 AM)

    Just a fun write Mj, very pleased that you liked it

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  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (3/8/2018 10:20:00 AM)

    Loke, this is a classic poem.
    A life that spans from school going kid to an elderly citizen.
    Hidden behind the humour is a deep philosophy. How the change affects a man.
    A classic 10 for this curry mee curry noodles poem of wit.
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    (3/16/2018 11:24:00 AM)

    Thanks Geeta for going so far back, this was one of my earliest attempt and was written on being requested by the members of my class for a reunion.

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/9/2016 8:24:00 AM)

    Wise and wonderful humor is shared with memory of sixty four school. What an amazing explanation this gives really. Having get-together we can have fun at school at any time with learning...10 (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (6/18/2016 10:58:00 AM)

    A lovely humor, enjoyed it a lot................................. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (1/18/2016 5:18:00 AM)

    Oh my gosh! I'm smiliing large since I see vividly the reality and the happiness in this royal piece of yours. You have taken us on a journey of life and did not leave us in sadness but etched smiles on our faces and that's a refreshing theme to read in expressions of old age poetry. Thank you so much for such an amazing poem Loke Lok Yee..... (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/19/2015 7:07:00 AM)

    A very humorous write with so much of truth! Yes, the first few days of our education in school will be one of crying and wailing! But soon we find friends and the scenario totally changes! The friendships formed there may last a life time! There may be drop outs and students who may not get into the next grade! Thus the number thins down. Once we leave the portals of school and college, everyone will be scattered here and there! But the get together after several years is again an experience that will be etched deep in memory! Unfortunately during the last get together, many may not be able to recollect why they have come! The whole reel of my education got replayed before me! Enjoyed thoroughly! (Report) Reply

    (9/19/2015 7:50:00 AM)

    Thank you for taking the trouble to cover all my poems,
    looks like I will have to sit down and do some composing! .
    By the way, most of my poems are written just for a laugh,
    and not to be taken too seriously. Thanks again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

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