Good Bad Old Days Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu

Walking down the lawn
Now,
Flashes of yesteryears;
Guilt and honor,
Flushing down memory lane;
The good bad old days
Which all started with
The shorts;
Up and down,
Short top,
Short khaki.
When we pupu and wiwi
On our tough khaki
For the innocent teacher to clean.
Oh! The alphabet times,
When we recite all the letters
The same way;
Ay bee cee dee
eee eeh hee heeh
Oh! I laugh...

Years on,
We grew to longsleevers
Jackets, ties and trousers,
Looking special.
Waiting,
Every monday morning
To hear
What we don't know.
Though we couldn't wee and poo
On our trousers.
We still had our fun,
Playing football; better
Learning dictations,
I won't forget-
'monogeographicationalism'
Does that even have a meaning?
...I laugh
I sure would never
Miss the silver hawks and superman
On friday afternoons.

But then we grew stronger,
Wiser,
Now I have unchangeable desires.
Now I watch
Superstory, Heroes, Ju mong.
Walking down memory lane,
Now,
Happy and fulfilled that
I read those alphabets
And passed through
Those memorable
GOOD BAD OLD DAYS.