My School Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'In my old school of thought
where much learning is sought
it's nice to remember the time
when I was young and in my prime

I remember friends and places
their laughter and funny faces
that they have become so dear
all through the passing years

in the halls we used to walked
all we do is laughed and talked
I recall our school canteen
where we ate as part of routine

I wonder if it's still the same
the school I used to imagine
the halls and classrooms
playgrounds in the afternoon

that a question comes to mind
to a life record of this kind
how is my old school now?
hoped it's doing fine somehow

I know there are lots of stories
for mine is also rich in memories
and to my old school of learning
it's a place worth remembering.'